Clockpunching

The wheel in the cage would go

Round even if I was gone.

I am the grease on the cog 

Of a stalled machine and none

Of the parts grind in time, but

Still, old chains haul up the sun.

Ant under glass I am burned.


Right. Thats enough of that. It's a lovely fresh winters day outside.
And here's a clip of Ren and Stimpy singing about being happy...