The Everything in the Everyday
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.
A bokeh is okay if
Used for effect;
But for blur to occur
May mean eyesight is
Wrecked
Thanksgiving is a holiday celebrated in the United States
And where we share the traditional slices of pizza
With passers-by in a spirit of goodwill
Engendered by the grateful good spirits created by our political process
And where celebrate our gratitude through
Our wholesale appropriation of the food of other cultures,
And music for that matter,
Via a public ritual of immolation by family
Before returing to the streets in our hipster garb
To hand out more pizza
i know i seem ebullient,
you shouldn’t let that foolient,
and think at times
i make up rhymes —
for that would not be
coolient
So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat,
Now it’s both dead and alive:
How it has managed this, I do not know.
Somehow, though, it did contrive
So both to be and to not-be at once
Putting poor Hamlet to shame:
So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s
Broken, and I am to blame.
So in the middle of Animal Rights
Physics, and Theater too —
I’ve violated immutable laws
What’s a poor blogger to do?
