Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 21 Feb 2008 20:35:00 GMT
Quick! Hide!
Under your desk,
go and make yourself small.
The grownups have gone nuts, dropping
F-bombs.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:25:00 GMT
Please do
see me in court.
In my Valentine’s verse,
your software changed ‘disengaged’ to
‘engaged.’
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:54:00 GMT
I
Matisse,
in his forties,
was years before his peak.
So what’s the rush? I’ve still got loads
of time.
II
Bastard!
that young pipsqueak
doesn’t deserve that car.
I raced Mustangs when he played with
Hot Wheels.
III
Okay,
I’ll lose some weight,
and switch to light beer too.
I’ll show my old lady I’ve still
got it.
IV
Hang on,
maybe there’s a way.
If I could sell this place…
Dammit, what’s the use, who am I
kidding?
V
Ali –
he missed his chance
at gradual decay.
Strange to picture him living to
my age.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:59:00 GMT
This is
your brain-shaped box,
out in space, dreaming worlds.
This alarm tells you it’s time to
awake.
Boltzmann’s idea might work too well, filling the megaverse with more Boltzmann brains than universes or real people.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 18 Dec 2007 15:02:00 GMT
Dashing
through the dark house
in his droopy flannels
he cries “giddyup, giddyup,
let’s go!”
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