Sung to the tune of C.R.E.A.M. by Wu-Tang Clan I grew up on the sci side, the Bill Nye don’t lie side Empirical research was my jive Had second hand textbooks and a laptop, man So then I went away to collegeland A young youth, reading strictly peer reviewed to get loose Debate your ideas
Daddy taught me all that I should know long before I started losing teeth. So by tender age of five or six, I sincerely held in my belief, the “Tooth Fairy” in name, was quite benign: A friendly capitalist, market-wise. So when I lost my molars, round age 9, well wasn’t I the model
When life throws everything at you Don’t drop the ball “Don’t drop the ball” “Blue 42 Set Hike!” A brown quarterback’s fingers Tighten around the white laces Of a football Roosevelt vs. Garfield They meet today Upon an annual battleground Where local legends Spell rivalry In defensive and offensive formations Upon this old field In
Senryū For The Artist Home is much better Don’t you agree? Much better To make art, instead Senryū For The Music Lover I do not care for The shouting in the streets Give me some Mozart Senryū For The Homebody I am a writer I am not an activist I’d rather stay home
Outside my window the wind is murmuring. The diaphanous curtain floats in the breeze. The curtain is ethereal in its movements Accompanied by the dulcet tones of a violin The sweet fragrance of pancakes drifts through the air I burrow deeper into my bed, not yet ready to start the day About The
Well I bought me my first little homestead
But I thought it looked a bit barren
I figured it needed some sprucing up
A whole lot of lovin’ and carin’….click to see more!
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