I come from a land of towering trees
With elevators, fountains, and limousines
Like nomads we went south in search of good bread
Where we met tribal warlords who wished us dead
And back up north to escape the clan
I found myself in a place with an ice cream man
And again we crossed this temperate land
To a sea of trees and a blue grass band
Where I found myself and my way of life
I grew sharp and bold like a butcher knife
The books I’ve read with the words of leet
A place where I’ve discovered I dislike meat
And a future behold an endless terrain
One main mod after another but never the same
Over the riff or wherever I go
I shall always call Pendarvin my eternal home
Distributing muffins every day and night
Through the songs of the bards and the brutal fights
With broccoli, rice, and a sushified fish
I give you my life on a porcelain dish
2004