A red pen in hand,
Strumming the tabletop as if I were in a band,
Thinking of things that would make many people cringe,
Remembering Francis Drake - the kings beard he did singe.
Distracted!
The tip of my pencil retracted.
I've built this wall around me...
I'm sitting snug, almost as if awaiting the kings decree
My degree's still pending
I might as well switch lines to vending :)
Be it food and drinks,
Or even skates beside the Ice hockey rink
I don't think so often....
But then its not everyday that you'll see a coffin
I grin to myself every now and then
I wonder what to do with the next lot of ten
I'm turning colourblind
The pens blue not red
I hope you don't mind
After all... you see... I'm not really Ted!
If i was.. I'd be the one who was dead
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