Flag Blog. Let's Dance.

So, I've finally succumbed to the unnessesary, mildly unappreciated pressure from various members of the disproportionately silly, Y chromosome deficient segment of the population.
That being said, I still don't have anything to say, so I'm going to write a poem. Right now. And it's going to be so bad that nobody will ever bug me to update again.

Aren't I a clever person.


Steamy.

Under pressure I feel alive;
hissing, writhing inside the
glowing, crimson-coal
prison, thrashing.
I'd thought it was energy,
some cosmic disruption, a
manic extrospection;
But it turns out I'm just hot.


There. Isn't it wonderful?