I love the smell of Blog in the mornin'

Holla! So my bloggish fans here's a new "secret message" fer ya:

I sit at the desk with the ghetto old lamp

where on top of the rubble rests a postcard and lamp

Right beside this letter of tax

is the printer, the speaker, and at last the fax

(alright I admit: the fax is not there,

but "fax" rhymed with "tax") (and did it with flare)

"Flare" not "flair" (as suppose you assume)

for "flare" is way hotter (and takes up more room)

Besides; the word "flair" looks rather gay

and I've had enough of that stuff for today

I cannot believe this riot afoot

For on"A" or on "B" full support must be put

Personally what they do I don't give a give

As long as they don't mess up the way I live

Actually that's not at all how I feel

but I can't tell you now, and I end my whole shpeel

Honestly none of that "gay rights" stuff I talked about really depictes my personal opinion...

I simply was expressing the obviously unproductive view of the average sixteen year old.

(I had to wrap it up because my G-ma is kicking me off her compy)

Laita!