Mon
Jan
12
One summery day
as we lept from a stay,
a centrifugal bumble glimmered so grey.
We took to the chaires
and said “who cares”
and downloaded a gig of warez.
Despite our inhibition,
our lack of nutrition
inspired the basis of sedition
With dark dusky delusion,
we gave ourselves quite a contusion:
and our thoughts emerged from this grey grimy illusion
