*
Three conspirators moving stealthily
covering fact that one of them is not
wearing shoes lost one last night
his dad will be livid, we are hiding
evidence until a plan can be made
Manoeuvres successful, made it safely
out of the house, crept quietly from car
into school grounds; but how long before
all is revealed, how long before we are
found out, should I secretly buy a pair
and hope for the best, once his dad
knows, there will be a conflagration,
sackcloth and ashes, condemnation,
full-scale fire and brimstone
Ecclesiastes, Revelations and
Armaggedon all rolled into one…
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Showing posts with label Satire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Satire. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sacred Feeling Of Dutiful Stupidity
Blessed all my documents with required
indication they exist, entered them into a
list without deleting calculating codes
indicating page and word average on
a daily basis
It is an abomination when a paper is left
without official identification, date of arrival,
date entrusted to my loving care, date sent
to production line for standardization, date
returned to client, date saved by e-filing
Data entry into calculating lists is my
favourite activity, the 99% black matter of
the universe consists of invisible background
administration, the big bang leftover radiation
germinating new procedures
In every unfolding moment of life-sustaining
time I joyously treasure each document, a
sacred feeling of dutiful stupidity permeating
everything, I have no existential fear while safely
ensconced in a web of official lists determining
every moment of my being, each step I take
as a calculation automatically carried out by
artificial intelligence of Excel documents
humans will never feel abandoned again
in a lonely malevolent universe
With artificial intelligence plotting their life
course for them!
indication they exist, entered them into a
list without deleting calculating codes
indicating page and word average on
a daily basis
It is an abomination when a paper is left
without official identification, date of arrival,
date entrusted to my loving care, date sent
to production line for standardization, date
returned to client, date saved by e-filing
Data entry into calculating lists is my
favourite activity, the 99% black matter of
the universe consists of invisible background
administration, the big bang leftover radiation
germinating new procedures
In every unfolding moment of life-sustaining
time I joyously treasure each document, a
sacred feeling of dutiful stupidity permeating
everything, I have no existential fear while safely
ensconced in a web of official lists determining
every moment of my being, each step I take
as a calculation automatically carried out by
artificial intelligence of Excel documents
humans will never feel abandoned again
in a lonely malevolent universe
With artificial intelligence plotting their life
course for them!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Sophistic Aphorism
Some great spirits, definitely poet laureates
in the making, even have the most fantastic
courteous decency and insight to promise with
prescience and shamanistic understanding of
the human psyche to look at the poems of their
adoring fans and commentators writing accolades
in obeisance – should time permit between their
writing more poems for our happy consumption.
Oh marvellous, we must have been tacitly prohibited
from reading new poems until we receive personal
invitations. Oh, grandiloquent poets extrapolating all
ramifications of their benevolent munificent invitations
usually introduced with the sublime greeting “Hi” which
bodes so well for refined diction and aplomb, mastery of
stylistics and heuristics assured, bien entendu, the
original demagogues of bright erudition, cleverly
exposing imbroglios and showcasing benchmark
sophistication of elegant sophism and
aphorism… yeah!
in the making, even have the most fantastic
courteous decency and insight to promise with
prescience and shamanistic understanding of
the human psyche to look at the poems of their
adoring fans and commentators writing accolades
in obeisance – should time permit between their
writing more poems for our happy consumption.
Oh marvellous, we must have been tacitly prohibited
from reading new poems until we receive personal
invitations. Oh, grandiloquent poets extrapolating all
ramifications of their benevolent munificent invitations
usually introduced with the sublime greeting “Hi” which
bodes so well for refined diction and aplomb, mastery of
stylistics and heuristics assured, bien entendu, the
original demagogues of bright erudition, cleverly
exposing imbroglios and showcasing benchmark
sophistication of elegant sophism and
aphorism… yeah!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Biggest Fool - US or WHO?
I won’t ever die, we do everything wrong
in the kitchen, according to WHO – the
World Health Organization – we should
be dead by now, we mix raw and cooked
food, use the same utensils and equipment
to prepare raw and cooked meat
We leave cooked food at room temperature
for far too long, we keep it in the fridge for
simply ages, we don’t keep cooked food
piping hot before eating, allowing it to cool
to luke-warm temperatures to propagate
proliferating bacteria
We must be so germ-infested, food-borne
disease is powerless given our immunity,
we don’t worry about expiry dates – I saw
food prepared in World War One was still
fine when used in the submarine of “Down
Periscope” - now WHO sends this message
All over the world: eat only the best quality
food, processed and pasteurised, use only
clean water – WHO should hand money or
food to those who have to eat rotten food
washed in drains and drink contaminated
water – doesn’t WHO know
Poor peoples don’t have access to any food
at all, much less high quality stuff kept in
fridges; why propagate sanitary rules aimed
at keeping all people alive indefinitely when
the world is overpopulated and more than
half is starving – who’s the biggest fool
US or WHO?
in the kitchen, according to WHO – the
World Health Organization – we should
be dead by now, we mix raw and cooked
food, use the same utensils and equipment
to prepare raw and cooked meat
We leave cooked food at room temperature
for far too long, we keep it in the fridge for
simply ages, we don’t keep cooked food
piping hot before eating, allowing it to cool
to luke-warm temperatures to propagate
proliferating bacteria
We must be so germ-infested, food-borne
disease is powerless given our immunity,
we don’t worry about expiry dates – I saw
food prepared in World War One was still
fine when used in the submarine of “Down
Periscope” - now WHO sends this message
All over the world: eat only the best quality
food, processed and pasteurised, use only
clean water – WHO should hand money or
food to those who have to eat rotten food
washed in drains and drink contaminated
water – doesn’t WHO know
Poor peoples don’t have access to any food
at all, much less high quality stuff kept in
fridges; why propagate sanitary rules aimed
at keeping all people alive indefinitely when
the world is overpopulated and more than
half is starving – who’s the biggest fool
US or WHO?
Death Squads Kill All Offenders
In this big, wide world, WHO thinks
they can solve all problems by forcing
people to only eat high-quality food –
it is a plot to let the poor die since it is
forbidden to eat low-quality, badly-
prepared food and die of food-borne
disease, apparently only death by
starvation will be acceptable, any
death by food-borne disease has
been outlawed, hallelujah! - since
they insist on high standards of
hygiene without providing the
wherewithal, they can send out
death squads to kill all offenders –
voilà, the problem of over-
population solved!
WHO = World Health Organization
they can solve all problems by forcing
people to only eat high-quality food –
it is a plot to let the poor die since it is
forbidden to eat low-quality, badly-
prepared food and die of food-borne
disease, apparently only death by
starvation will be acceptable, any
death by food-borne disease has
been outlawed, hallelujah! - since
they insist on high standards of
hygiene without providing the
wherewithal, they can send out
death squads to kill all offenders –
voilà, the problem of over-
population solved!
WHO = World Health Organization
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