It’s the First of May!
The day when we say
Down with Stuff
That’s not okay!
Down with oppression!
With harsh regimes.
And down with
Stupid internet memes.
Down with recession!
With the one percents,
Add software
License agreements.
Down with repression!
With economic squeeze,
And down with…
Actually,
Down With Trees!
(No, not all the trees.
Just the ones
That make me sneeze.)
Dedicated to the Class of 2012
For three years now,
I’ve watched you grow.
Tried to teach you stuff,
You need to know.
For three years,
You’ve exited me,
Annoyed me,
And delighted me.
And now there’s nothing,
More to say.
You’re finished now,
And on your way.
It’s over now.
The time has come.
Life in the Real World,
Just begun.
I sure hope that we,
Have prepared you.
And I hope you know,
How much we care, too.
I’ve got one thing left,
I want to pass on.
Be excellent to each other.
And PARTY ON!
The occasional pill,
Might give you a thrill,
Though you can’t always find a good dealer.
And some say alcohol,
Doesn’t help much at all,
And it’s really not much of a healer.
But when life hands you lemons,
You can make lemonade,
Or take them with shots of tequila.
Thank god for alcohol and pills
They help me keep my head on straight,
Providing occasional thrills,
And though I hate to advocate,
Or say that you should let them be,
The simple truth, no way ornate,
Is that they’ve always worked for me.
Little smiling face!
Blue-eyed Adam Base.
Recent edition,
To the human race.
Little smiling face!
Blue-Eyed Adam Base.
May be little but,
His smiles fill up,
All the space.
Little smiling face!
Blue-eyed Adam Base,
Making our world,
A much better place.
Little smiling face!
Smiling Little Base.
I saw you on the bus, they say
As if they are surprised
To see me anywhere but school.
That’s where all the teachers
Are kept, you see.
After all the students leave
The caretakers shut us down
And lock us in a storage closet.
But being human and lazy
They sometimes send us on errands
Like to the supermarket.
So you might be taken by surprise
To see a teacher buying food
But we’re merely buying it
For a human caretaker
Operating us by remote control.
Everyone knows that teachers
Do not eat food.
Nor do we engage in any
Normal human behaviors
Such as sleeping, drinking, smoking,
Or having sexual intercourse.
And of course, being robots
We don’t have any real feelings
So feel free to be as cruel
As you like.
Easter is a funny day.
A chocolate egg and bunny day.
A plastic grass and basket day.
A white eggs just aren’t good enough day.
An end to Lenten fasting day.
An Oh My! Jesus Came Back! day.
A different day on each year day.
A celebrate your own way day.
This funny often sunny day.
Have a Happy Easter Funny Day!
Spring and bunnies, Fridays long,
All kinds of theories, who’s right, who’s wrong?
Who cares when all’s said and done?
Whether you’re celebrating Son or sun,
Enjoy yourself; get off your keester,
And have yourself a Happy Easter!
You thought that she was finished, gone.
But then Late Winter comes along,
For one last party, one last fling,
Before it becomes proper spring.
One last performance, one last show,
Of rain and hail and wind and snow.
Then she takes a bow, exits the stage.
And lets Early Spring out of her cage.
Saturday at IKEA,
Can never be fun,
The crowds and the stress,
That I usually shun,
Furniture to assemble,
All packaged and spun,
But who’ll put me together,
After I’m done?
Random Misanthrope 