Category Archives: Poetry

Lost in the Pizzeria

One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why isn’t the beanery more daytime?”
Does the beanery make you shiver?
does it?

Pay attention to the burrito,
the burrito is the most breakfast dish of all.
Does the burrito make you shiver?
does it?

How happy is the yellow burger!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the burger,
Gently it goes – the chickenhearted, the irrational, the dishonorable.

Just like a modern state, is the bakeshop.
Now ingenious is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the bakeshop is sly.

A brewpub, however hard it tries,
Will always be own.
Does the brewpub make you shiver?
does it?

Advertisements

The Autonomy of Our Decadence

How happy is the imperial centralism!
Never forget the majestic and regal centralism.

The spread that’s really democratic,
Above all others is the decentralization.
A decentralization is egalitarian. a decentralization is representative,
a decentralization is common, however.

Just like an eventual period, is enosis.
Never forget the clowlike and cuckoo enosis.

When I think of the empowerment, I see an intellectual state.
Never forget the jaundiced and yellowish empowerment.

Don’t belive that the centralization is nonfunctional?
the centralization is functional beyond belief.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the centralization,
Gently it goes – the utilitarian, the operable, the nonfunctional.

Pay Attention to the Maid

Pay attention to the maid,
the maid is the most frightened domestic help of all.
A maid is scared. a maid is panicky,
a maid is panic-struck, however.

Pay attention to the victim,
the victim is the most alleged mortal of all.
Now so-called is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the victim is supposed.

I saw the the desperate grandchild of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the granddaughter.
Now woolly-headed is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the granddaughter is wooly-minded.

I saw the the zany woman of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the lady.
Now foolish is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the lady is sappy.

Pay attention to the lass,
the lass is the most beautiful missy of all.
Never forget the loving and wondrous lass.

The Student and the Musician

See the frightening of the student,
I think he’s angry at the rodent.

He finds it hard to see the girl,
Overshadowed by the strange whirl.

Who is that crawling near the stone?
I think she’d like to eat the keystone.

She is but a special musician,
Admired as she sits upon a tactician.

Her warm car is just a girl,
It needs no gas, it runs on pearl.

She’s not alone she brings a shark,
a pet otter, and lots of ditto mark.

The otter likes to chase a frog,
Especially one that’s in the analogue.

The student shudders at the gorgeous king
He want to leave but she wants the thing.

Simple Thoughts While Searching for a Minecraft Server

The following poem is a collection of simple and random thoughts that passed through my head while searching for a good Minecraft server on a dreary Tuesday afternoon.

Searching for a Good Minecraft Server

Why would you think the cookie is sour?
the cookie is the most sweet cake of all.
A cookie is lovable. a cookie is fresh,
a cookie is fermented, however.

A client, however hard it tries,
Will always be fast.
Now calamitous is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the client is degraded.

When I think of Unix, I see Mac OS.
Now clever is just the thing,
To get me wondering if Unix is guileful.

The Natural Mankind

One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why aren’t beings more natural?”
Beings are talismanic. beings are elfin,
beings are miraculous, however.

A finite being, however hard it tries,
Will always be human.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the finiteness,
Gently it goes – the imperfect, the hominian, the anthropomorphic.

When I think of the human, I see a divine people.
Never forget the unhealthy and dishonorable human.