I am driving down the street
In two-thousand pounds of speeding death.
I can watch the road ahead
Or answer a text from my buddy, Seth.
Tag Archives: Texting
True Dat… Lmao
I wanted to pass the Turing test.
I tried and tried my very best.
But I used an apostrophe when I spelled “theyre.”
They called me a bot but I didn’t care.
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Today Poetry Turned Out To Be a Useful Life Skill! (Kind Of)
Backstory: I’ve been in touch with a graphic designer. It’s taken a few weeks for her to send me designs, and her emails hadn’t shown up in my inbox. When asked my opinion of the work I whipped out my poetic prowess and replied…
In neither spam nor inbox
Did the message you sent go.
Where it came from I am certain.
Where it went to, I don’t know.
The message’s presence may bring joy.
It’s absence truly doesn’t,
So if sending seemed like a success
I assure you that it wasn’t.
Now isn’t that more fun than “please send it again?”
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The End Of A Cycle
The cycle goes around itself,
A blinding dash of red.
The cycle collapses on itself.
Is its rider dead?
The cycle’s wheels roll away
Down the cliff, a stony slide.
The cyclist stands, his bike in shreds…
Last time he’ll text and ride.
Meanwhile the cycle rolls away
To who knows where and when
Until, reborn, the scattered scraps
Begin the cycle again.
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The Daily Travesty 