Haiku
Ay, how’s it poppin’?
Ay, Barry Bee, Twitch, Bob Ross
Ay, I want to die
The Musings of the Intangible Meme
Now the thirteenth of November, picture the bare face of young boy
While hazel curls bounce on round head, still he loudly screams
Oh, death belongs to those irrelevant; must good life lack no joy?
So what more must truth be but godless memes?
This, he laughs, as we fall back in love with letters
Now the ghosts of long-gone idols still plague his mind
The sight of Zappa at show a mere ten minutes prior;
While the painter Ross looks back at pieces long designed
And the thirty-seventh Premier is once again accused liar!
This, he laughs, as we fall back in love with letters
The bait is well-set; the noose now tight around weak neck
As the fat radical welcomes himself early to be dear brother
The monsters of the world chant out what now, Lord Shrek?
And the new Premier’s force hunts for more bastards to smother
This, he laughs, as we fall back in love with letters
Help! The poet Rosen’s head cries lone in lost time
When Newell himself to slaves, he snarks for gone cake
So now the boy cares no more: none exists such rhyme;
For none all that strife is but our man’s last mistake
This, he laughs, as we fall back in love with letters
I remember when I used to care
But now, grey is all I see
Photoshopped with the face of a bear
And watching Bee Movie
I am the saddest meme of them all.
For me, to do anything is to err
My answer is clearly “not to be”
Why must God make my life so unfair?
He clearly has no love for me
I am the saddest meme of them all.
In reality, I’m simply going nowhere
There’s no way to escape, no way to flee
To call me a good person is plenty fair
But I still feel like most would fail to agree
I am the saddest meme of them all.