You can’t outrun a fork. You can exercise ’til you’re blue in the face, but you won’t get into shape unless you learn to put the fork down. That’s just the way it is.
My first attempt at a poem1. It’s not one of those rhymey poems, but more existential in nature, an analysis of society, perhaps. If I get into the habit of conveying my wisdom in the form of poetry, I might add a separate poetry category to the blog. Only time will tell. Or Wilhelm/William (there isn’t a clear consensus).
This poem dropped into my mind out of nowhere just as I woke up this morning. I’m not sure what it means, but I thought it was neat
A Poem By The Old Geezer
The rules suck.
If you break a lot of rules,
or a really big, important one,
they can lock you up.
Or even put you to death.
If you decide to break the rules
try your best no to get caught.
It could really fuck up your day.
1Not entirely true, but this is the first time I’m publishing on the Internet. Let me know what you think it means.
1. World War Z. Huge disappointment. Only 1/3 of a story, and even that wasn’t very good. Lacks beginning and end. Brad Pitt delivered one of his most plasticized performances ever. Not even a vessel for good special effects. Save your money, don’t waste your time. Look out for the surely upcoming sequel(s) and prequel and avoid at all cost.
2. Bacon flavored pretzel chunks. WTF?
Happy birthday, baby bitch. This is the song I didn’t post on Facebook because I didn’t want people to think I was a girlie man. 😀