Nanga Parbat is my name,
Writing garbage is my game
If you see me running about,
Now you know exactly, just what to shout
I write and write till I can write no more,
In the hopes that may be you will get bored
But still you come back with a big grin,
Thanking me profusely for my spin
With drool running fast down your chin,
I can tell your love life will never begin
I always knew that pigs could fly,
I'm glad now you're gonna try
But if you fall and break your neck,
I hope you'll forget what it was that you read
Especially the name of the brilliance that is me,
So that I may continue this addictive folly
Nanga Parbat is my name,
Writing garbage ain't so lame!
Monday, January 09, 2006. 8pm.