Scrap Paper Poetry #6: And Now For Something Completely Different

Here’s a poetic interlude,
It’s only six lines long.
If I get past this third line,
The poem’s halfway gone.
Now, keep the rhythm at pleasant pace,
Push past the cresting tide…
Oh. This is line seven. I lied.

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Because these crappy poems are easier to write than proper blog posts. Good day.

…The larch.

Scrap Paper Poetry #5: Boredom, Lecture, Oh- It’s Halloween

Is it Halloween?
The calendar says it’s so –
October 31st, let’s give a poem a go:
No, I think I’d rather not;
Validity and logic forms have turned my brain to rot.
If you’re looking for effort here,
I’m sorry to disappoint.
So go outside and fool around or fire up a joint.
What I really wanted to say, I guess, in a way not too obscene,
Is go fudge yourself
And have a Happy Halloween

Scrap Paper Poetry #4: We Proudly Serve the Starbucks Overlords

It takes a customer asinine

To get 12 oz. of coffee for 4.89.

But we do it anyway

Because we really are stupid, okay?

So just get back to your overpriced joe

And let the StarBorg through you flow.

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WE PROUDLY SERVE
the manufactured addiction to overpriced food and drink
and the creation of a uniform “gathering place”
around the world for people to sit on their laptops “socializing.”

Scrap Paper Poetry #3: One in the Hand, Too Bored

Why, oh why did I think it was a good idea to take a Critical Thinking class that runs from 5:30 to 9:00 at night? [Edit: That’s a lot of empty space down there. Hrm. Too lazy to fix it.]

Boredom boredom everywhere

and not a drop of sleep.

Reason out that argument,

a conclusion two premises deep.

Pay attention,

Make sure you understand.

Oh, look-

I drew a hand.

Oh yes, because it was originally going to be taught by a professor I’d previously had, who rocks my philosophical socks. But there was a last-minute professor change… *sigh* More poems to come.

Scrap Paper Poetry #2: Atheist Robert Deniro

Really, the professor for the Atheism class looks like a petite version of Mr. Deniro – which makes him just that much more entertaining during lecture.

Salt and pepper over a creased brow,
More salt than latter,
Using words like “verklempt,”
“dogsastically,” “infinity in God.”
Dennett, Dawkins, Hitchens, Harris-
Will you sign my syllabus for me?

Are you talkin’ to me [God]?

He seems to be a Dawkins fanboy. This is going to be fun.