As Dumbledore once said
When called upon to speak:
“I have a few words to say:
“Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.”
These words describe my mental state
It’s been that sort of week.
As Dumbledore once said
When called upon to speak:
“I have a few words to say:
“Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.”
These words describe my mental state
It’s been that sort of week.
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It’s an age of all-female remakes
Like Ghost Busters and Oceans 8.
My faithful readers probably think
This is a trend I’d hate.
Instead I think the opposite;
It’s something I’m totally for
And here are some beloved movies
To remake if they make more:
How about “The Godmother?”
“Lady of the Rings?”
“The Good, the Less Good, and the Strong Independent Woman
“Concerned Less With Appearance Than Other Things?”
How ’bout all-female “Fight Club”
Or “Saving Private Ryan?”
How about a “Hacksaw Ridge”
That no one has to die in?
I jest, I jest (At least I hope).
But I pray that in 2019
The all-female “300” reboot
Hits the Imax screen.
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If I were a vampire,
Unfazed by passing time
I’d find a cure for cancer
And think of a less obvious rhyme.
I’d write the greatest music
The world would ever hear.
I’d usher in an age of peace
And put an end to fear.
I’d find a cure for bloodlust
(My own and others too)
And take vitamin D pills
So lack of sunlight wouldn’t make me feel blue.
But, alas, those people
Who became immortal blood-diners
Used it to go to high school for 300 years,
Play baseball, and seduce minors.
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Eye halve know aye Dia
Howe thoughs hoo dew knot no
How-to spellin’ English
Kant fig your it out, sew
Threw this Han dee poem
I salve Mai own dill Emma.
Hi expect, inn learning spannish
Their Will bee Noooooo! problema.
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Roses are red,
Roses are white,
Roses are yellow and pink.
Your are like a rose
As you have many facets
But, unlike a rose, they all stink.
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The greatest mistakes man has committed
Are deferring their joy to be wealthy
And the not telling a lie when it was discovered
That eating kale was healthy.
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If you want to feel sadder
Than you’ve ever felt
Imagine a world
In which cheese doesn’t melt.
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They said man wouldn’t walk on the moon
But a few brave souls proved them wrong.
People still pay to see an opera by Wagner
That’s more than 24 hours long.
People say “finding your passion” is silly
But it sounds like a solid idea to me.
But we’ll never have a Jurassic Park movie
Featuring common sense and decent security.
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You say I have privilege
Because I’m male and white.
You call me uninformed
Because I don’t think you’re right.
You can have my privilege too.
All you must do to try it
Is to move out of the cities
Where “recreation” means “to riot.”
You can disagree with me
While you drink another beer
Thanks to taxes paid by this poet
Making 4-figures a year.
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Somewhere around fifth grade
I asked myself why
I should work to make money
‘Til I get sick and die.
So I sought counter-culture,
Tried to listen to rap
But found “counter-culture”
Espoused the same crap.
Fight club was edgy
But I don’t like fighting.
MGTOW was compelling
But I’m fond of white-knighting.
So here I was, trapped
Between primness and zeal
Before I found out
That’s what most people feel.
The thug life chose me
But because I abhor it
I friend-zoned the thug life
And we’re both better for it.
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