A Poem About Rules And Stuff

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

The Rules
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.

Introductory Post

Hey, I’m Lars. Who the fuck are you?

I’ve been meaning to get this blog up and running for ages, but between having nothing better to do and only twenty-four hours a day to not do it, I couldn’t find the time. Yet, here it is. I first tried Joomla, but it was just too complicated, so I went with WordPress.

OGNDY.com resides on my wife’s web hosting account (thank you, sweetheart). I guess that makes her legally responsible for everything I write. Please instruct your lawyers to address any complaints to her.

OGNDY is an acronym for Old Geezer Not Dead Yet. That would be me. It’s my mission to tell you the truth about everything, so you can just go ahead and delete all of your bookmarks; OGNDY is all you need.

The next several posts (everything in the category Getting Started) will be old stuff used as filler posts just to get shit going.

I know I do not own and have no right to use the header image. I’ll take it down shortly, as soon as I find a decent replacement.