I'm sorry that this took so long, So I wrote this tiny song!

It has been quite a long time. Sorry about that, all you hundreds of people who rabidly follow this blog. To appease you, hear is a poem that I have just written. You are the first* to see this! Yay!

Ginger Love

Growing up third of seven

nothing to lose

Everything to prove.

Because gingers don’t have souls.

Growing up starving

for a look,

for a touch,

For some food.

Was every kid as selfish as I?

I looked for angels,

Any one of them would do,

I’d even try to

Make an angel of you

Because gingers don’t have souls.

Finally putting words to a page

Releases the rage

I've kept pent in a cage.

I know you don’t care.

I've got a handle on my feelings,

And I won’t be left reeling again.

I am impenetrable,

Because gingers do not have souls

I hope you liked it.

*There is a possibility that others will have accessed this site prior to your arrival here. Please do not feel bad and rant about your hurt feelings in the comments. Do, however, comment in the comments, seeing as that is what they are meant to do.

"Job plunges into a series of demands on and accusations of God which may be and indeed are epigrams of high intelligence, but are not noticeably patient." - Charles Williams