Some people love a TV show
Or book with all their heart
Because it’s scary/witty/charming
And fast-paced/tender/smart.
Others see that TV show
And think one long “okaaaaaaay?”
I think that’s the best diversity
Even if no one’s black or gay.
Some people love a TV show
Or book with all their heart
Because it’s scary/witty/charming
And fast-paced/tender/smart.
Others see that TV show
And think one long “okaaaaaaay?”
I think that’s the best diversity
Even if no one’s black or gay.
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The best thing about 8 billion people
Is, at least according to me,
That no matter what weird opinion you have
At least one other guy will agree.
The worst thing about 8 billion people
Is, also according to moi,
That a bunch of the rich and the stupid ones
Agree their opinions are law.
Filed under Poems
“Do you see what I see”
Is a stupid thing to ask,
For though the subject we both see
May be a boot or flask
I see it in the sunset
Flanked by gorgeous fall of night
But by virtue of an angle
You see it framed by walls of white.
I can see what you see
And you can see what I.
We can say “that is a boot”
Though we each use a different eye.
So why not on social matters
Cannot we likewise more agree
That if a thing’s more beautiful
To you than ’tis to me
That the thing itself objectively
Is, regardless, unaffected?
Because it doesn’t help dividers
Unite short-sight to get elected.
Filed under Poems