Once upon a time
A guy tried something new
For no reason besides
To see what stuff would do.
Afterwards he used
What he found as an appliance
And thus was born the toaster
And, with it, modern science.
Tag Archives: True Story
AI Is Commenting About Itself… Welcome To April
Today I saw this comment
Responding to a poem of mine.
He read the poem as many times
As I’ve had valentines.
He thought it was informative,
So unless I am a loon
I suspect that “Michael Pearson”
Will be in congress soon.
Filed under Poems
My Musings On The Economy
I’m a musician in Washington state.
Governor Inslee extended the date
Of the “Stay home, stay safe” order,
Banning two months of shows.
How I’ll make those 12 bucks back, nobody knows…
Filed under Poems
Why No One Buys CDs Anymore
Some evenings I sit in darkness
Playing a sad song on repeat
With a pillow on my head
And a blanket on my feet.
I’m don’t feel sad
Though I am devoid of laughter;
I feel sad because I hate
The song that plays right after.
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Happy Valentine’s Everyone!
Today I’m writing poems
To folks I’ve never met
Because the woman that I love
Has not existed yet.
Why I am alone tonight
I surely understand,
But no man can be lonely
When he has his own right hand.
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Close Calls and My Unintentional Confession That I’m A Wimp Who Doesn’t Know What “Staying Up Late” Means
Some days I stay up too late…
Like right now. (It’s 11:38)
Thanks to my late bedtimes
I’ve kept up with daily rhymes
And not yet inspired your hate.
Filed under Poems
Social Media
I think there are two types of folks.
Let’s see if you agree:
1: People who are literally Hitler
2: People who think just like me
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Never Discuss A Desire To Expand One’s Vocabulary With A Maternal Figure When Poor…
Fate, ye tempting mountebank,
Whether spurious or not,
Can prove to be, to our free will,
A specious asymptote.
Atropos, supercilious,
Cuts our time; We must defer.
My mom paid me a dollar
To write this poem, so blame her.
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Search Engine Optimization
If you need to find info
Page 1 of Google’s where to go.
If you need to hide a thing
I’d suggest page 1 of Bing.
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World Peace, Step One
I saw a guy driving today
Who had a sign in their back window:
“Please stay back,
“New stick shift driver.”
I’m putting that in the back window
Of every car I buy
From this day forward.
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The Daily Travesty 