The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Waiting for Summer to End

I fill my rucksack with pine cones & acorns, stuff closets with branches & boughs— sap so sticky, so golden under the sun— collect stacks o’ grass in pillow cases— tickling my nose with sweet dirt-filled fragrance. They try to stop me. They say I’m crazy. What’s wrong with crazies? What, are they Nazis? ‘Cause […]

Posted in Crazy, Poetry

Problogger Is a Website that Focuses Mo’ on Commercial Factors than Intelligence- or Creativity-Based Factors, o’ which I Am Not Particularly Fond OR Problogger Fucking Blows

I’ve oft risked mental deterioration—e’en mo’ than what has already transpired—while perusing these money-grubbing hacks’ simplistic top-14 lists, but Problogger.net‘s so shitty it almost crashed my browser with its artery-clogging ads—the equivalent o’ having a trash can dumped onto your face. I know they’re the McDonalds o’ writing, but do they have to give my […]

Posted in Web Design, Yuppy Tripe

Peanut Butter Sonnet

Accompanying music. Soft caress against my swollen tongue, so sticky, O so sweet, smells like honeyed springtime pollen, tastes like roasted coffee beans. Friends with butter, bread, & jelly, but best friends with creamy chocolate; but just ‘lone it still fills bellies: scrape a spoon & take a long lick. In the time the pantry’s […]

Posted in Metered, Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry

Whistle While You Work

What bristles me most ’bout bohemian bourgeoisie is that though they like to depict themselves as free-thinking libertarian types, their views are actually quite soulless, repressive, & bleakly conformist to the point that they remind me o’ those cheesy stepford-smile dystopias mo’ than anything else. I came to this epiphany ‘pon reading a Smashing Magazine […]

Posted in No News Is Good News, Politics, Yuppy Tripe

Careerealism Proves They Have the Mental Maturity o’ Teenagers

In this article, Careerealism teaches readers how to be invited to the cool kids’ table on imaginary social media that the average person doesn’t give 2 shits ’bout. This makes sense if they’re like Careerealism’s writers; if one is a hollow husk o’ vapidity & ignorance, then I can understand why one would crave other […]

Posted in Yuppy Tripe

Candy Constellation Sonnet

Accompanying music. I know that you taste just like lemon heads or gummy worms; your bright stars with just 1 bite blow up in raspberry bursts. Drink up all your empty black, drown myself in cherry cola; don’t care if I rot with plaque— my sole hope is super nova. Then I’ve eaten all the […]

Posted in Metered, Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry

Keynesians Don’t Talk ‘Bout that Thing They Always Talk ‘Bout

May the Invisible Hand bless Austrian-schoolers & their laughably unearned hubris. In 20141 Hunter Lewis @ the redundantly-named Against Crony Capitalism proved he had his finger on the pulse on economics by revealing the communistic secret Keynesians have been hiding from us in their dark-gray submarines: they used the “D” word. That word is not, […]

Posted in No News Is Good News, Politics

Careerealism’s Close Encounter with Honesty

Ha, ha, ha. Look @ this letter they got from an anonymous writer: Dear Experts, I’m starting to think that all of you Career Experts are a bunch of liars. I’ve been out of work for 8 months. I’ve read tons of articles, tried all the advice given and I STILL am unemployed. Is this […]

Posted in Yuppy Tripe

Nondescript Bass Sonnet

Accompanying music. You’ve been passing round my ears since I was in kindergarten, always growling soothing cheers in your warblin’ Martian garblin’. What’s the song you sing today? Not the same as years ago, though all share the calming waves, many single-showing shows. Who are you under those hoods? On to work or buying goods? […]

Posted in Metered, Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry