Back from my vacation house I came.
To find my computer, my flame.
Buried in keyloggers, yes, insane.
Now wish me luck, as I try to make it thru.
The desire to draw a new... picture.
To make up from all the time, I've been away from my hometown.
I'll make it up to you.
On one account, maybe two.
Since this poem was written in 1842.
It must get attention since everything in days of old.
Lives in rich houses, museums too.
Now is this the end?
Nah..
Poem
Written by Joakim Dahlberg,
Shitty Laptop
1842*