I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Burn him like a blazing star

Remember, remember the fifth of November
of gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.

Happy Guy Fawkes day.

4 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

A penny for the guy, guv?

Dr. Phil

Steve Buchheit said...

I've got a ha'penny right here.

Steve Buchheit said...

Dear Spammer Who Continues to Post on This Thread,

Get the hint.

Yours Truly,
the Management

Steve Buchheit said...

Dude, really, you're the only one visiting my blog from that part of the world. Buy a clue.