I could sit around, and
Write about the marathon eight
Hours of testing I had today.
But I thought better of it.
Instead I'll write about a poem
That I read earlier today.
After reading them...
This blog has no purpose.
There is nothing it could possibly
Because of the sum
Of the past 403 and the next 403 entries
Do not come anywhere near one of them
ANY of them.
Even the mediocre ones are really good.
Oh, Mr. Nick Flynn,
You capture everyone under
The spell of the inferiority complex.