Anger Results in Poetry

Welcome to the Agglomeration


I would quickly like to take a moment to do what most of my friends do in their blogs. Talk about their own lives. I'm having a terrible weekend, and I'm in a terrible mood. Having said that, I feel that my obligations to this blog to ensure that it doesn't fall into a hiatus again mean that I have to post something. I hopefully will be seeing some good films in the not-so-distant future so perhaps I'll review those a bit later. But meanwhile, here's another poem. Enjoy.


Cake

Will I find my wheelbarrow?
Holy king, mountaineous Yeti,
In purity, angelic sermon.
Taste divine fluffy longing
Ever so sweet without raisins.

Will I thank my mother, borrow
In bliss for what seems never enough
Not satisfied, gluttonous child, I
Glue chocolate to sprinkle, and that
Says it all really. God, how I love cake.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations