Sunday, May 21, 2006
i wrote a poem.
dear kind sir-
if we can even call you
such a scholarly name;
we are here to state
our grievances
against you.
you tease us with intelligence
that we might obtain
yet we all still lose
in your little game.
you threaten us with numbers
and we cower and recoil
doomed to a year
of ridiculously pointless toil.
and what do we get?
absolutely nothing.
you drive us insane
and encourage bad morals
what do we do.
mr kutchin, sir,
if you can even be called such;
we hate you.