I think most people are open
To human sacrifice. However
We disagree on who gets picked
And who will pull the lever.
Tag Archives: Truth
Thank You For Calling
Your call is very important to us
So please enjoy this ditty
Until your soul gets old and grey.
Alas! It’s such a pity
That this call is very important to us
Yet all that you can do
Is stay on the line until nothing is fine
And the call’s not important to you.
Filed under Poems
Mind Needs To Be Restarted Before Upsating
My mind is free of clutter
And my thoughts are all pristine.
My brain is not a’flutter
And neither is my spleen.
I haven’t an idea
Nor a pondering or musing
And anyone who makes me think
Is cruising for a bruising.
Filed under Poems
The River Of Time
There is a bridge entangled
In the jungle of our life
That spans a tiny river
That’s no wider than a knife.
On one side of the river
Is the Friday Party deep
But with me on the other shore
It’s shallow and we sleep.
In every life there comes a day
When you’ll cross unto my bank
And when you do you won’t cross back
And you’ll have age to thank.
Filed under Poems
20th Century Art History
So around the 1900’s
A bunch of artists said
“What if, instead of pretty things
“We just made trash instead?”
And thus “modernism” started
Until 1970 or so
When artists became “post-modern”
And nobody came to their show.
Filed under Poems
Fine Is Fine
Yesterday I wrote a poem
Full of soul and thought
And edited the verbiage
Reflecting how I thought.
Today I rhymed “thought” with itself
And started the next line.
Inspiration comes and goes
And that, my friends, is fine.
Filed under Poems
Why Aren’t Billionaires Doing This?
When I get rich, I want to buy
All the ads for my favorite shows
And just put a 3-second picture up
To make sure everyone knows
That the reason you don’t have to watch
A billion stupid ads
Is because I’m rich and I think they suck
So enjoy the bandwidth, lads!
Perspectives
There was a competitive game
Where everyone’s setup’s the same.
The winners opined
“This game’s well-designed”
But the loser opined, “No, it’s lame.”
Filed under Poems
They’re Selling My Childhood, And I’m All For It
I used to be excited
When new video games released
So I could see new features
And how the quality increased.
Now I watch the new releases
And I’m on the lookout for
The rereleases of the games
Made in 2004.
Filed under Poems
Technology Peaked At The CD Rom
If a company offered a product
That did not require ongoing billing
And was free from both ads and AI
That company would make a killing
And yet we get apps for our parking,
Our banking, our clothes, our TVs
And sure, they sell our lives to China
But at least the law makes them say “please”.
Filed under Poems
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