Bliss At Imperial College

Few people will argue that Imperial College students are an apathetic bunch wherever anything other than college work (or drinking) is concerned. A most interesting exception to this is the club BLISS. This was recently rediscovered in an old union handbook but unfortunately the society no longer exists. The following was a piece of their publicity which is being republished without the author's permission in the hope that the society is restarted.

Creased and supple, subtle crack
Dull, yet vital vibrant black
Worn through time as aeons pass
Of bikes and bondage, speed and grass
Caught forever, caged in mind
Thongs to keep the darker kind
For speed and victory, power and lust
No doubt there is the black to trust.

Worn with care, holds wrist and arm
Black is power, beauty, charm
Senses sharpened, muscles keyed
Disgrace to mercy, cowards plead
Wrapped and knotted, skin tight fit
Hugging body, soothing wit
Conscience clothed, triumphant kiss
One with honour, yours truly, BLISS.

See also

• Imperial College Science Fiction Society
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