Shackleton

My muse has gone AWOL. I think it's all the web restrictions and the fact that hardly any pictures are loading for me. Booooo.

Here's a deep poem about it:

I wanna fly but my wings are clipped
and my beak is snipped.
I am full of rage
An animal inside a cage
I'm on the edge
Slippin from the ledge.

Fwoo. Glad I've exorcised those demons. They were harshing my mellow.

Gosh, what a stoopid post. You see? This is what happens when you shackle me.

Oh, IT Support, won't you let me live?