This is an old poem a wrote, which I have just uncoved from deep within my computers polluted memory. enjoy!
A/N: this was impsired by the beautiful Emilile Autumn, as you might notice.
Would You Mind Making A Cup Of Tea
Oops, my bloomers fell down
What a pity there's Noone to watch
For you are not a person and all you do is frown
My beautiful skin goes unscathed as I trickle down scotch
Do you know what you are
No I don't suppose you do, the knowledge might bruise you but that's a
A reasonable price to pay
You are a tiny, insignificant, rapidly increasing in pain, Scar
One that, long ago, should have faded away
Can you feel me as I feel you, Incompetent fool
About to leap, you've made it too hard to carry on
Can you understand what it's like, Tortured Mule
It's just about time and all I have to show for my years is this fuzzy, molding scone
Right now I think as I fall
My future screeches to a halt for what I have to mend
Round and round we go on our pedestal
I fear the world has come to an end