The Everything in the Everyday
Healthy habits are easy… to think about.
So there’s this diet that I’m on –
At least, I meant to be –
I’m leery of what I consume
And this is good for me
The only thing that holds me back
Is my myopia;
If I just did the things I thought
I’d have
Me-topia
you blend into the background,
you might be a mirage —
you wear the sunlight in your hair
like others, camouflage.
you’re unobtrusive to a fault,
and what is even more,
you might be right in front of me,
but one just can’t be
shore
Five falling foibles fell away
As six successors sought
That faraway and fevered fund
That bland Belial bought.
By fantasy and Pharisee
The samurai were sent
To feign a final fallacy
Benificence had bent.
But faring father figures know
How seldom sadness sells,
Nor fraud and falsehood, fast and far,
Brought in with bonus bells.
Five fit and phosphorescent flaws
The six have seen still sullies —
The flow and flight of those who fail
Made ballet boys
From bullies
In formula form, for your convenience. Remember, I am a professional mathematician, so don’t try this at home or anywhere else. You may not even want to try it here, it’s up to you.
I’ll put it down in formulas
We all want to be sexy:
You’ll never be as X as Y
And why? Y is
More X-ey
My doctor says that I should x,
But I am through with x’ing;
For every x, there is a “y” —
The whole thing’s rather vexing.
So many known unknown unknowns;
They vary in the passing —
My doctor says, if I’d be whole
I need to quit half-assing
My mind and body are my own,
Except, they go where he goes;
He looks at wax inside my ears
For reasons only he knows
He’s late, and so I sit and wait;
My schedule rearranging —
My doctor says that I should x,
But “x” keeps fricking
Changing
Yellow, orange, green, and gold,
In a world devoid of drama,
Unless you can find some in
Inclusion of
An Oxford comma
stacks of rocks are very zen. i don't know why. that's it. the end.
