Do you feel the suction,
The all-consuming swirl
That spins you round and round
Until you have to hurl?
No, it’s not a whirlpool,
Tornado, or typhoon.
It’s the suck of the political ads
Headed your way soon.
Tag Archives: Postaday
What’s Missing
On my iPad
I can write,
Listen to music
Or make my own.
I make spreadsheets,
Surf the web,
And instantly sync
With my iPhone.
I can download
All the knowlege
Of humanity
Or pics of a cat.
By default it has everything
I could want
Except a calculator,
‘Cause who needs that?
Beavers Aren’t The Only Ones
Let me tell you
Of my beautiful dream
Were all types of rodents
Can block off a stream.
Where pets leave their cages
And go on the lam
To this new river city
We call Hamsterdam.
Filed under Poems
Analogies Only Go So Far
Cooking bacon
Is like installing updates
On a computer
With too little RAM:
It’s seems to take hours
And it spits oil at you
All to make you get fatter,
But when it’s done… Dayum!
J-Pop Songs
They could be singing
Of murdering puppies
Or of the great pleasure
Of wringing your neck.
They could even be singing
“Go Panthers go!”
But sing in Japanese
And it’s catchy as heck.
Filed under Poems
And Then There Were Eleven Men Again
I’ve no fondness for New England.
Denver’s nice, I guess.
Cardinals aren’t my favorite birds.
Alas, I must confess
I’ve reached a decisive time:
I’ve stopped seeking out answers.
I’ve abandoned all reason and rhyme.
I just pray for the defeat of the Panthers.
Filed under Poems
Life is like…
Life is like a game
Of charades
In which people can talk
And watch parades
And have to make money
Or they’ll starve to death
And nobody actually cares
What people are trying to communicate,
Kind of like life.
And It Was Glorious!
You’ve got Candy Crush,
Farmville, Minecraft,
Plants vs. Zombies,
And the TV show “Shaft.”
You’ve got Halo 1-6
And Super Smash Bros Brawl.
As a lad, all I had
Was Space Cadet Pinball.
Filed under Poems
For When The Superhero Fad Ends
Poems have existed
Since the dawn of history,
Yet they aren’t turned into movies.
Why not? That’s a mystery.
I have an idea
If you’re a Hollywood guy.
Make a poem into a movie,
Remove the clothes, and add CGI.
Lawn Decorations
If I could buy a flower
For everybody bland
I’d buy dandelions.
That’s what happened to your land.
Filed under Poems
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