a poem.

coming up faster than anyone expects,
it's definitely this saturday...not the next.

we've been waiting two months,
i can't hardly stand it,
and the line-up's incredible,
with datA, bul!m!atron, and richie panic.

it's sure to be amazing,
probably the best one to date,
but there's only one problem,
poor justin can't make it.

so i'm sending out this plea,
full of half-assed rhymes,
to justinia of unicorn land,
"you've just gotta find the time!"