Nonsensica

Its 5.50 pm and Ive already been jobless for a while now. Its drivin me friggin crazy. The bloomin medical profiles are done...I wonder if anyone will recognise I finished them first...

Where the mind is without beer,
And the bread smells dry
Where knowledge a tu whit tu wheeeeeee!
And the curd is not fragmented by narrow domestic brawls (amongst the bacteria of course)
da dada dadadadaa...
da adadada...
Into that leather of freedom, my father, let all and sundry take a break...

Forgive me..for I know not what I do...

Hmm..wonder how much sense that would make stoned...