If you don’t know what to say
You needn’t speak. It’s okay!
It’s only silence… don’t be scared.
Besides, odds are that no one cared.
When, in poems, rhyming’s done
Most people think its lots of fun
But in day-to-day conversing
I notice the trend of fun reversing.
It’s as if, when someone speaks
And you interject a word like “creaks”
The custom of matching final phonemes
Becomes less fun than it, in poetry, seems.
So whenever people get in a huff
When my replies happen to rhyme with their stuff
I’m glad to use this blog as a replacement
For talking to people outside of my basement.
I did some ideation
On the topic “you and me”
And I want to move the needle
To upgrade our synergy.
I figured I would reach out
And shift your paradigm
To show how being in my wheelhouse
Is an impactful use of time.
So let’s break through the clutter
Via disruptive innovation
And prepare mind share initiatives
Through casual conversation
And I hope that going forward
Thanks to holistic execution
This relationship of ours
Will have a win-win resolution!
No, I don’t want to be famous,
Don’t want to have power or wealth.
I don’t even want to be happy
Or have peace of mind or my health.
I don’t want a house or a garden,
Two kids and a white picket fence.
I’d give up all these and my brainstem
Just to not hear your two-cents!
There is no force that’s stronger,
No emotion that’s more real,
Than the utter nothingness
Your complaining makes me feel.
There’s nothing within my heart,
Through whose beating I live,
More mighty than the many fucks
I really do not give.
Some see your signs and wonder
And some your cause will join.
I think “wait or hit the gas?”
Then smile and flip a coin.
So if you feel like marching
There’s at least one who won’t sway
And if you see a Ford Ranger
You’d be wise to move away.