The King of Wax
The humble folk of Cindertown must pay a generous tax
To light their houses and their heads with just a bit of fire;
The Staff of Light is guarded by the wealthy King of Wax,
And he can light his house and head as much as he desires.
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There once was a clumsy witch
Whose nose had a little itch
While trying to scratch it
With a wooden hatchet
She ended up needing a stitch
There once was a man who was holy.
(He wasn’t a very good goalie.)
A musical, three-stringed delight
I really like the balalaika
Tycho Brahe (pt 1)
Tycho Brahe, Tycho Brahe
The man with a nose of brass
A great Danish astronomer
Of extraordinary class
A fan of observation
And of empirical facts
He was rather unconventional
Most folks would say if asked...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
When you think about it--
Isn't that strange to you?
All Unalienable Rights
Are fabricated illusions until one is bold enough to jump off from the conveyer belt.
The Wittiest Poem?
If I write you the wittiest poem to win
I'll have no better one left to write
End my writing career before it begins?
I think you must be out of your mind!
We live in a time when the very fabric of society is shifting, paradigms are changing--ways of thinking and living. The conveyer belt has become a dead end for many and unrest has become heavy. Times of transition are always the most difficult to bear.
Have we always been so apathetic? Is it easier to act on our apathetic nature behind computer screens and profile pictures?