An Odd Bit
Oct. 22nd, 2005 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinema_babeSettling Accounts
Sometimes at the witching time of night, when churchyards yawn
I sit in front of my god
My face weirdly aglow with the fever of technology.
I count count the debits and credits of my life
Looking to make it all balance.
The sin and rage pile up high to dwarf the good works I've done
The asset of friendship always pulls me back into balance.
I was struggling my way through an accounting class and one night, while taking a break, I spit this little ditty out. Imagine, poetry only an accountant could love.
Sometimes at the witching time of night, when churchyards yawn
I sit in front of my god
My face weirdly aglow with the fever of technology.
I count count the debits and credits of my life
Looking to make it all balance.
The sin and rage pile up high to dwarf the good works I've done
The asset of friendship always pulls me back into balance.
I was struggling my way through an accounting class and one night, while taking a break, I spit this little ditty out. Imagine, poetry only an accountant could love.
