Dear Kem,
Once charmed by those diagrams,
With electrons whizzing around.
But then I tried a question, DAMN
I found your mind not sound.
See, I'm stuck on this question,
Of acids and base.
You've lost my affection,
I'm sick of your taste.
It's like acetic acid,
All mixed with pyrUvate.
Not satisfying at all but placid,
No period will be missed late.
I'd kill you with fire,
If I got a chance.
I'd throw you in the mire,
And stick you with a lance.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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