Enough
Wednesday, March 21st, 2007Take. that. annoying. Pirates. 3. trailer. off.
Or at least MUTE THE FREAKING VOLUME.
Take. that. annoying. Pirates. 3. trailer. off.
Or at least MUTE THE FREAKING VOLUME.
His patience runs dangerously thin,
What with the trillion cars in between;
Where he is and where he ought to be,
The washroom in his university.
Yes he is late,
For class, which he utterly hates;
But more importantly, the main mission,
To clear three days’ worth of constipation.
He taps the steering wheel, anxious,
And regrets not eating more oranges;
The time bomb is ticking- no time to lose!
He must reach before all hell breaks lose.
The pressure mounts; he breaks cold sweat,
He gives his stomach one or two pats;
Praying at the same time for divine intervention,
Hoping for some miracle solution.
He peers ahead, contemplating his fate,
Is there a way, or is it checkmate?
Frantically, he starts searching the compartments,
Where’s that bag with the shampoo from Watson’s?
The ordeal, having commenced for quite some time,
Has taken its toll on the muscles behind;
His ‘Spartans’ are starting to lose the war,
The ‘Persians’ are fighting with zealous fervour.
In accounting terms, his ‘assets’ are very ‘liquid’,
They convert to ‘cash’ at a very high speed;
To be literal, they ARE indeed liquid,
There goes the new leather seat.
Like Michael Scoffield and his troop of schemers,
Some ‘inmates’ find their way past the security cameras;
They exit the compound embracing their freedom,
Free to pollute the air with sinful emanation.
Pretty soon, one thing leads to another,
News of the inmates’ escape spread like wild fire;
For a moment, all was still; all was quiet,
The next moment, chaotic screams of a violent riot.
As he begins to choke on his own refuse,
He finds the circumstance viable for an excuse;
To make a U-turn at the next junction,
And drive to the nearest petrol station.
By the time everything was OK,
He has missed his only class today;
The ordeal was too much; he decides to return
After (of course) buying an orange or ten.
…that guy is NOT me.
The demise (forthcoming) of the Final Fantasy series.
The Golden Era: FFVIII
The Collapse: FFIX
Resurfacing: FFX
The Dip: FFX-2
Untimely destruction: FFXII
Ugh…