Here's a little poem I wrote late last night/early this morning while testing a new app to sync documents between my Mac and iPod using DropBox. It started with just the first two lines but then kind of took on a life of its own. (And the test worked just fine, if you were wondering.)
This is a test
This is only a test
So just go back to bed
And return to your rest.
I'm sure you'll be safe
And I'm sure you'll be fine
And I'm sure while you're sleeping
I won't cross the line
Between what's acceptable
And what just is not
Except on occasion
When things get too hot
Cause then I might call out
The guns and the tanks
And when you awaken
I'm sure you'll say thanks
But I'm sure that's unlikely
I've prepped and I've planned.
My experiments surely
Won't get out of hand
Cause what could go wrong
With combining the genes
Of a zombified yeti
With alien beings
Then giving that thing
An electrical suit
That has ten robot arms
And eight lasers to boot
I just didn't want him
Feeling timid or sad
Or worried or anxious
Or in any way bad
Whoops, did I say "didn't"?
That's doesn't make sense
I meant to say "wouldn't"
You know, future tense
Cause if I already
Had done it you see
There's a very slight chance
He'd escape and run free
And then we would have to
Sound all the alarms
And we'd mobilize troops
And we'd issue them arms
Then there might be a battle
A terrible row
Sounding similar to
What you're hearing right now
But if that ever happened
I'd have surely confessed
But it didn't, no sir,
This is only a test!
