Ok, so in between teaching Chuck Norris how to punch properly, and designing new ways of putting bubbles into beer... I have been occasionally known to get in touch with my sensitive side and write a bit of *cough* poetry *cough* I know, terribly unmanly, and open to derision, especially as my poems suck.. but hey, life's like that. Anyway, the road has always made me think of a long grey snake, thus I wrote the following... The Grey Snake Her coils around the mountain twirl, Her treasures riders dare unfurl. The lure and thrill of life and fate, We embrace her sly and fickle trait. Some attempt through wiles to charm Their pipes play loud to keep from harm. One step too far, one slight mistake, And a heavy toll from them will take. Along her twists and turns we dwell For her love, our soul we sell. The perfect line, traced across her skin Brings ecstasy we feel within. Beauty untold, she has no peer Her draw, her charm, I will not fear. But if from arrogance I drink, Then her fangs, into me sink. We feel as one, machine and I, On the edge and beyond we try, To find the point of no return To conquer it, our fears we spurn. Some do strive upon this place, To spend forever in heavens grace. Bur for me, to her, my life to take Eternity, along The Grey Snake.