Quote of the Day: “There is poetry as soon as we realize we possess nothing.” —John Cage, 20th century American composer
The Daily Wit, fresh off his resounding blog success as a result of the 15 random words and phrases story idea, has issued another challenge. I cannot lie. The topics are simply too….too….random. I cannot make a story. And my poems are absurd, but they meet my standards for publishing; that being, they crack up the author. Additionally, the cheap trick of bad poems helps mask the summertime doldrums lately infecting my ability to write. I hope a couple of chuckles translate to you.
Stroking your ferret
1001 ways to buy
shampoo, baby oil
The bulls and the bears and the rats and the skunks,
The miracles of the credit card and the debts,
Stock bubbles and bonuses and bad loans to punks,
Why was it WE who went bust when they lost all their bets?
He wondered if relationships should have a black box,
of post destruction feedback or the dreadful jack pox,
When sand in his swimsuit left abrasion,
It felt like chemical castration,
But sand was as pudding to packing tape on his sack and his rocks.
I think it would be fun to order Chicago style pizza,
whilst in the shadow of the the leant Tower of Pisa,
a facial display like the great Mona Lisa.
In forced contemplation of the subtle differences between zucchini and cucumber,
I gladly succumbed to the onset of slumber.
Why did the zombie cross the road? Why wouldn’t he?
For there Fonzi was doing motorcycle jumps, the sign showed. For charity.