The Mezunian

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

Ode to Photos o’ Red Oaks on Google Images

No genre goes unnoticed in this list:

From photos blurred in backdrops flush with filters

To paintings brushed just like impressionists

(Though some I note from other sites are pilfered).

Although I find your watermark distracts

From screaming natural unnat’ral glows,

‘Least you adjusted all their hues & blacks

‘Way from their boring, ordinary tones.

& you know from no search should e’er be stricken

Such fitting pics of figurines & chickens.

Posted in Metered, Poetry, Shakespearean Sonnet & Parodies

QUIT PUTTING FISTS IN MY BUM IT HURTS LIKE RASHES

For hours I’d gaze up @ those spritely flames

Bourn by the coupling ‘tween sunset & clouds,

& meshed e’en mo’ unscorched in icy rain,

With thunder white & hot—& just as loud.

I spread my arms & wait for rain to flood

Around my body, soul, & coupon stashes—

Veins running @ the touch of such cold blood

Till filling my soft stomach with warm splashes.

I’ll always miss the weather you display,

Every morning, night, & all the days.

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