A Throb

My aorta picks up
blood in accord with
the new beat
and the veins are
glad to take the
loop and repeat.

I stand still
wondering if the
feel was pleasant
or a bummer.
.
.
Hey, are you the drummer?

P.S. Ahem ! :P

A rescue

I watch you
crushing his
helpless throat.
Your vicious eyes
beaming with gloat.

Unruffled, despite
attempting a sin,
you send down
an evil grin.

With his gasps
getting worse
every passing minute,
I couldn't afford to
stand in a mere mute.

I decide to end the row
before you taste his meat.
Sans hesitation, I grab
the keyboard and press
Ctrl+Alt+Delete.


Now that is how I feel every time MS Office 2007 chokes my system x-(