Oh Facebook…..

Oh Facebook,
Silly Facebook,
We appreciate your change,
Your attempt to rearrange on our behalf,
Some of us get pissed,
Your changes we dismiss,
Some of us,
Just rear our heads and laugh.
Still,
The truth is,
Come what may,
You have changed our day to day,
We connect now in a way,
Not like before,
So if you want to tweak a bit,
I don’t really give a shit,
You have made communication something more.

Cuteness should come with a warning…

Come hither...

A fat lump of cuteness
Lies purring on the bed.
With soft underbelly exposed.
Arms and legs outstretched
Like a shameless manipulative
Furry little harlot.
I’m caught in the tractor beam
Of its overwhelming and
Irresistible adorableness.
And my brain explodes
With a pink pop
Into cotton candy.

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The Art of Reinvention

Please be advised,
Reinvention requires complete submersion,
The new you may clash,
With an earlier version,
Don’t be alarmed,
No need to flee,
Into yourself,
Just let it be,
Relax, reboot,
Then you will see,
Images will soon recede,
Then cease to bleed,
Through to your present day,
Interrupt, get in the way,
Just focus on your newer self,
Leave the old one on the shelf,
Your new software is much improved,
With several glitches removed,
Reprogramming of several faults,
Plus restoring your old defaults,
Change comes from what you desired,
So relax and let it be hard-wired,
Move on, and forget your old lives,
There’s a reason that they’re called archives.

The Truth

The Pretty Mushroom

Here I sit out in the wood,
All gussied up and looking good,
Well designed to catch your eye,
To make you pause as you walk by,
You’ll find me in my forest homes,
With me you just might see gnomes,
Or maybe not, but then again,
I am a hallucinogen.

Removal

Love rules the heart,
And not the brain.
Still, try to restrain,
Those stupid acts.
The simple fact is,
Love lasts not forever.
Relationships often sever.
That’s why, though sweet,
‘Tis awfully rash,
To tattoo thy lover’s,
Name on thy ass.

The Teacher’s Lament

This was written during a time when I still took it personally when my students asked me if I minded if they blew off my lesson and left early. Now I’m not bothered as much. After all, I’m only a teacher, not a real human being with feelings.

You have some time today, I see.
Your teacher’s canceled Chemistry.
My class won’t start till three-thirty.
And would it be okay with me,
Since there’s some place you’d rather be,
You ask, I hope, facetiously,
Whether I would mind terribly,
If you skipped my class and left early.
I try not to take it personally,
But it’s very plain for me to see,
You don’t care about the class or me,
But I know you want me to agree,
And so I do, but quite sadly.

Not Feeling Well

I’m feeling sick.
And I’m feeling ill.

I need a pillow,
For my head.
And a blanket,
And my bed.
I’m feeling funny.
Some tea and honey,
Might do the trick.

For I’m feeling ill.
I’m feeling sick.

Resistance is Futile

With some assistance, in comes the river.
Right over the bank, with no resistance.
Blown by wind, it flows right in,
To the parking lot there. It doesn’t care,
If our stuff’s in the way, we have no say.
Nature goes where it wills, and in it fills.
As I watch I am thinking of how we’re so little.
Our greatness so brittle. Both old things and new.
Nature knocks it all down, pushes right through.