Ahh, finally, started updating the old blog. Sandwitched I am between three lab reports and an essay due in the too near futurefor my liking. Anyhoo, just thought I'd update with a wee poem etched down during a pertacularly boring chemistry lecture, I'm sure you know the type.

You always were
The love-struck one
The cliff-pearched soul
The loaded gun
Tainted
Painted
Like the fraud you really aren't.
The guilty whole
All the fun
Of a handful of dried beans
Lying
Dying
Seeking the hidden latch
That hides away
A cool detatch
Ice for the production or rivers.

The radio
The president
Sings "Come down
Prodigal son.
We will warm you
In our light."
And some fine day
It will all melt away
Ice for the production of rivers
Here to scour
Here to cleanse
Making into
Someone new,
Someone beautiful.
An ideal citizen
To champion a cause
Feed the hungry
Heal the sick
Slay the dragon
Over a cup of malted
The country's eyes
To you will rise.
Pristine
Chrystaline
Ice for the production of rivers.