POets In action!!!

So here I am chatting to Ken in the middle of the night and we decide to relive the dead poets.

So he goes "throw me a line and I'll follow"

Throw me a line, anything's fine. As daylight ends, lets all try to shine.

"from the depths of ours struggles the humble pencil threads his line. Bleeding lead. Always led"

Bleeding lead my arms grow weak
Inspirations flee and ideas leap
but though we struggle they're hard to keep

Like infant from a mother's arm, my strength thus sapped.
child like, guided, or maybe trapped
like pieces on Fate's chess set.

until our roads hence met
till then i bid you not forget

So save me now bright seraphim

"i dont know how to go on, so how, mr lim?"

The ending was a killer haha.. Ken always cracks me up.
And Jerms would always say wahssup!

TTFNtatafornow
JeRmS