Here We Go Again Folks
sniffin
snortin
there goes
my kilo soul,
right up
Mondays
junkie
nose.
not
a gram
to spare
and no
fun for
anyone,
only
week
ahead
despair.
beer me.
beer me.
beer me.
before my
last dollar
rolled
takes me
away.
colour-me-in-sc asked: You're brilliant
and you are way too kind. but thank you for perking up this blah of a monday.
Alice In Smashing Pearl Nirvana
My nostalgic memory
informs me,
reminds me is
more like it,
that all I am
is a mid 90’s
analog
angst ridden teen
trapped
in a body
of a digitized
thirty year old
man.
Belly Full of Depression
Sunshine picnic table,
wanted to start my novel,
ended up eating my thoughts
instead.
erikadprice said: The thing is, IQ is purposely scaled so that the average is always 100. If people get smarter (which they have, historically), the test is made more difficult to keep the average firm.
To show the intelligence of this author (me) I will admit that I did not know that, but I am glad to now. The poem that started this thread was more on a commentary about the cattle mindset of consumerist culture more than a slam against I.Q’s, though I guess one can say that those two ideas go hand in hand.
Country Song
I don’t know where dinner is going to come from.
I don’t know how I’ll keep the electricity on.
I don’t know where I can even turn to,
while this life carries on.
Baby I’m just no good,
I’m just no good. And
I don’t know what else to do
except hang my head and cry.
I don’t know how I can help support us.
I don’t know when I’ll afford you a ring.
I don’t know when I’ll find the courage,
to laugh again.
Baby I’m just no good,
I’m just no good. And
I don’t know what else to do
except hang my head and cry.
bdreid-writing said: The average IQ doesn’t even match up to the Jr. Cheeseburger at this point. I think that’s less a comment on intelligence and more the vicious, vicious increase of low-grade beef prices… Add bacon? Hah! What kinda utopia are you dreaming about?
Sadly I am sure you are right. And here I was being negative about an average I.Q. of 99/98. I personally try to stay away from low-grade beef, even though most of that shit isn’t even beef anymore. I dream of utopia while living on the forefront of dystopia.
rp-ybanez said: Good thing you weren’t considering calories. HEY OH! :)
HA. I am a pseudo poet not a mathematician.
You Are What You Eat
I have a belief
that the average American
I.Q., is
a point below
the price
of a Wendy’s
Jr. Bacon
Cheeseburger.
Stopping The World With Bodily Rejoice
on the verge of collapse
I let my pants free fall
letting the traffic
see me as I am
hoping that commuters
appreciate a smiling
Geronimo.
