Nerds Rule!
We were mocked. We were ridiculed.
We were bullied. We were fooled.
But things are different in this school.
Because this time now nerds rule!
We bring the party. We bring the fun.
Calculator in one hand, comic in the other one.
We got the toys, the clothes, and the references.
When it comes to awesome we have no preferences.
We heart Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Star Trek, and anime.
We heart magic, science, and role-play.
We huddle around grouped comrades.
We wear homemade death suits from head to nads.
Now I raise voice to fellow bronies, browncoats, and whovians.
And to fellow trekkies, potterheads, and sherlockians.
Let all around the blue globe know our culture aloud.
We are nerds. We are nerds and proud.
Pumped Up Puppet Jumble Tongue#9
Cereal boxes two-stepping down canyon
the sewer bowels of too many units.
Furtive rats scurrying to night holes
on boxed wheels escaping the vice, which
squeezes bodies too small without mercy.
Into tableau steps pumped up puppet,
ebony silk cover stretched over framework
skeins of black wool escaping constraints
of rakish topper askew, front at the back
lower half covering cinched by woven rope.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down.
Peg holders tied tightly in entwined cotton
in readiness for puppet’s getaway pronto.
Manikin is creator of names, abstract designs
spumes canisters of liquid mist on blocked cement
marking his existence, evidence of his prowess.
Golden dawn sphere in puffy blue quilt embraces
signatures misplaced in everyday places.
Long snake held by many liquefies artwork
units willing to work for valuable green paper.
Rats return in crammed wheeled boxes while
pumped puppet does Rip Van Winkle
for long time no see until next time he froths.
Petri Dish
accidents walking into verloving doors
colliding with too-good-to-be-trues and ain't-you-just-a-fools
what a mess! cultured stars in the Hefty garbage-bag nights
with an unbreakable pinky-swear to care take of crime
all and for once.
laugh with me:
coin-rattling incidences taste like moons with Hershey Kisses for craters and
the slight of hand leads to fortuitous happy-stances.
Next of kin
Yeah, yeah we get it
Chipping off the old block
Tying my wrists bloody
Just to get a taste
But nobody listens
Hello father are you there?
Terrible demon wedged betwixt my psyche
No more, no less
Help me please
Falling echoes
Just another boy who can't swim
Running Swiftly
Chased by venomous arachnids
Mama tried to keep me in her web
I used the spindles for kindling
Wake up
Another dead body combing through the dust
Whirlwind trip
Sanguine handcuffs
Muffling the sound
Another boy lost
Wild world drowning
Splintering driftwood I touch
Culture in my Jumbled Mind
Little worms sliding around
The fear factor is the challenge
But it's not worth the prize.
The mesmerizing prize get a lot of birds.
It keeps them on the ground with the worms below.
But the grand shining Sun waits for those who don't
And I will grab myself a bug
And slurp it down and I'll Sing.
I'll sing about the no worries I will (not) have for the rest of my days
It won't be easy,
But I will try to fight the hooks that come down
Whatever bait is on there is not worth the the sharp needle breaking my lips.
For that culture I will not take,
But the good meaty stakes is what I'll eat
And season blends is what I'll make.