I am on my way again with my brain short-circuiting <br />and the Arabic vocabulary I acquired so painfully <br />locked up in a mental safe that does not want to open <br />for me, I tried to rectify this by running through <br />the files in my memory banks early on in the morning <br />but it is useless, all I did was to confuse myself <br />even worse than before, while the Pesticide document <br />is a dreadful threat for my sanity, a word like <br />Hexachlorobenzene seems obscene in length and meaning <br />I’d rather go out and play with Terry Pratchett <br />jog down the road with Mustrum Ridcully, Archchancellor <br />at Unseen University, clutching his wizarding hat to his head <br />calling up to other wizards to come down and join <br />in the fun, talking about the unhygienic habits of <br />the undead lurching along as well as the nasty effect <br />of atoms floating around and attaching themselves <br />to other people’s bodies – yuck, said the Archchancellor <br />we’d better put a stop to the miracle of existence <br />and I agree, no more miracle of existence for me <br />I want to join the dead!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miracle-of-existence/
