It's all askew

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Hey, randomly shitting on blogspot is good fun. That too without having my blog URL and title in capitals on my gmail status message, mind you.

So, let's nuke it:

Sittin' on a boulder, little Burt wonders, 'What do I do?'
'Should I point my pencil at my eye and drive it straight through?'
'Or should I be still and watch the bird crapping on Roxy's statue?'

Now he's at home with his Math homework, he's got a lot to do
'What's the interest on this instalment, what does it accrue to?'
Mathematics tortures him, and it all seems scarier than voodoo

Cold fusion is idle speculation, a theory they all eschewed
While he whiled away his time, an intense battle brewed
He'd neglected the murderous Macbeth - a huge assignment was due

Enough - he locked himself in the bathroom - a self imposed curfew
Reached into the toilet tank and fished out the bottle of Quaaludes
He swallowed them all, and then lived out a million bedazzling hues

It's 3 AM in the morning... Really.