Seeing as you're just sitting there on that horse...

And now, a little insight as to why I've decided not to pursue a masters in English:

I hate research on 18th century English lit! It's just so fucking pointless! I can't imagine something more redundant! And even if I do come up with an interesting and original thought on William Cowper, who cares? What's it going to even prove? He's been dead for AAAAAAAAAAGES.

So on that note, something a little funny and a little silly.


Seeing as you're just sitting there on that horse doing nothing

I want to teach you
of my worth.
Sit you behind a desk
and pace back and forth
in high heels
and a pencil skirt
with hot pink cue cards with all my points on them
and make you see.
(You'd see.)

That I'm desperate for you.
You make me catch my breath.
Maybe if I stop breathing
and turn purple
from lack of oxygen
you'll notice me
and then save me
(mouth to mouth!)
And then we can gallop off into the sunset on your white horse.
Clearly,
seeing as you're just sitting there
on that horse
doing nothing
we should be together.