mcmcmc, an ode for mcbrennen.

Quoth the McRaven, "Mcnevermore."

And the McRaven, never mcflitting, still is mcsitting, still is mcsitting
On the pallid bust of McPallas just above my mcchamber door;
And his mceyes have all the mcseeming of a mcdemon's that is mcdreaming,
And the mclamplight o'er him mctreaming throws his mcshadow on the
mcfloor;
And my mcsoul from out that mcshadow that lies mcfloating on the mcfloor
Shall be lifted- mcnevermore!