Fried Circuitry

The Builder's Dream

In the depths of his mind there exists,
a shadow behind a thick black mist.
A sight only seen by his mind's eye.
He lifts his pen and starts with a sigh.

Dots make a line, lines make a figure.
Shades and smudges highlight each feature.
From beam to beam he draws the foundation.
His masterpiece then starts its formation.

Stone after stone, the thing is built,
Forged and fired: rivets, ratchets and stilts.
Foot after foot, the structure starts to rise,
and soon becomes a marvel to our eyes.

Months pass and his job is done.
He worked hard but he sure had fun.
To think this thing built to the most extreme,
was just once the builder's dream.

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lakasnamanho!

Wa, this was one of my best poems, pero nagtataka ako bakit mababa ang grade nito as a writing task noong probi palang ako sa TNB. Hmp, bitterness... amfness-ness-nes nes nehs neeehss eehs ehhhs s s s... (echo yan ha)...

Anyways, wala lang... writing my column and I feel like a probi again.... anak ng walangjo jo jo mo jo jo jo... (short circuit utak, dumudugo ilong, sang katutak na sakit sa katawan, pasa-pasa, ubus lahat na ngipin, bugbog sarado, bukas, upside down tulalala... ngek! Asatoinks jow!)

learned something from Kuya Es, official Pornographer, este, Photographer ng TNB:

walangjo (small hoo-hoos)
medjo (ok lang ang hinaharap)
mountain jo (holeh shit, puppies!)

weeee... wala na wala na talaga... sira sira na...