What is with these roman numeral poems? Who's writing them? Why am I posting them? I don't like any of them, yet I can't stop writing them. That last one was especially dumb, even though it foretold future events (sort of).
Updates to this blog will be sporadic (Latin for "full of spores") for a little while.
Note to self: poetry should be at least a little bit more difficult than filling out a crossword puzzle.