slot for blot

An unplanned experiment
To plug the boss's volcanic vent
When electrophoresis becomes the scape goat
It sounds like an orchestra that's lost it's note

With these quick calculations I pray
I will lead the boss's attention astray
These mangled ideas that pop like corns
Help me walk this path filled with thorns

These are thorns of insecurity

That help me gain maturity
So long as corn will pop
I'll crush the thorns and won't stop

I'll walk the road and reach my aim

Till I can walk I'll play this game