So, Anyways

Every once in a while, I come across little scraps of things I've written in the past, and abandoned.  Here's one of them.  I started writing it after seeing Episode III, when R2-D2 shoots motor oil all over some guy and lights it on fire.

It was going to be a love poem.

I specialize in protocol,
Six million forms of communication.
You fired burning diarrhea
All over droids of the Federation.

It got heavy pretty quickly after this... I'm embarrassed.  I don't really want to go into too much detail, but R2 makes C-3P0 "cum."  Hard.

Uh...