Lasers, flying foxes and colonoscopies.

The other day I was digging through some books and things, trying to find a particular bible. Stuff fell over and while I was picking it up, I found a piece of paper with a poem on it. I had written it on 11/10/05. I had forgot all about writing this one. I read it and smiled.

A lens flare from the laser while cutting a glass tube.

Back then I was still working at Creative Processing. It is a laser factory. We do not create lasers, but I did get to play with them. We would cut things out and weld things up. We cut things like the floors of cars, the tracks the seats slide on, fender support covers for Harleys, even welded the wire they stick in you for colonoscopies. It was a wide range of things we worked with.

It was interesting and very boring. Like any factory job, you run a bunch of parts and lose your mind slowly each day. However, there were tons of good things that came out of there. I was able to play games on handheld systems, on an old laptop or on my phone, I could listen to whatever music I wanted, providing it was not too loud. But what I did the most was write. I wrote a ton of poems in the few years I worked there.

Looking at the inside while cutting a glass tube

Unless I had problems, I mostly worked by myself on the jobs, so I was able to write a lot. I wrote poems based on of lines of lyrics from various songs, and whatever else I might think up.

The poem I recently found is based on a video game from the N64. I would consider the game to be one of the top 10 games on the system.  It was a space based 3D shooter. It was a squeal to a great game that came out on the SNES. If the title did not give it away, nor my clues, that game was Star Fox 64.

I loved the game a lot back in the day, and I still remember it fondly. So when I found this, I saved it with all my other poems, but also thought it would be a great one to share with you. So I hope you enjoy the poem, simply titled Fox McCloud.

Fox McCloud

A barrel roll,

A laser blast,

A missile shot,

An enemy dies.

He zigs through the sky,

He zags in space,

Dogfights in the clouds,

And Rampages in a tank.

He has saved the solar system,

From the evil head and hands.

Has won countless medals,

for his infinite kills.

His team of brave fighters,

Are three of his closest friends.

First there is Falco,

The hothead hotshot of the team.

Then there is Slippy,

a creative frog that makes the toys.

Last is Crystal,

A young fox of great skill and beauty.

Together the four travel,

The emptiness of space,

To eradicate the evil,

In the fair Lylat System.