What is this? Art lacking spite??

No, my dears. It's dripping. Trust me.

Well, until the end, where i totally sell out and get all philosophic-like.
This poem... thing... has been sitting in my computer forever. It isn't good enough to post on it's own, and it's too long and dramatic to illustrate. I haven't posted in forever, so my vague interest in proving my existence, and my eternal impatience produced this oversized, sheep ridden book mark, until i can come up with something better.
Based on someone that will probably never figure it out... the meaning or familiarity. which is three quarters of the point.
And sheepies beware. i'ma gettin' out the clippers...