I promised someone a poem about cake and this was the best I could do.  If you can't tell I like portal.  

"And at the end there will be cake"
"The cakes a lie, the cake is a fake,
I don't even think you can bake"

But they don't understand our words build momentum,
Make far greater leaps than those that are quantum
In Becca's verse or maybe even Lucy's strum.

I can't help but feel in the position of GLaDOS, it was a test after all
I trusted them to be there to laugh when I stutter or fall
But I suppose they had no portal gun to shoot at the wall

I doubt they would understand anyway or even construe,
Words we speak from our point of view
"And all the cake is gone.  You don't even care, do you?"