A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, August 31, 2023
[Poem] The Nexus of Dumb
Wednesday, August 30, 2023
[Poem] Time To Get Up
by Emmit Other
Time to wake up
The dream is over
Put that magic sword away
Youve gotta make some dough
No not the famous chef kind
Just the daily grind thats slow
Get your coffee
Get your car
Drive to work
Its not that far
Just a two hour commute both ways
Its barely enough
To make it through both days
Time to wake up
Time to get a grip
Your dreams have ended
The coffee's on french drip
Smell the eggs
Smell the toast
Join the death march coast to coast
From your bed where dreams come true
To work where they go to die
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OK there might be hope
But Im not gonna lie
The odds are long like your hours
You are probably gonna die
From a world thats boiling
The sky is on deep fry
Sure you might win the lottery
So flap your arms and try to fly
Odds are you will just look like a fool
But dreams can all come true
Flap your arms and fly away
Since you might be still asleep too
Saturday, August 26, 2023
[Poem] War of the Compass
by Emmt Other
Global South adds thugs to its gang
Calling out the Globan North
Filthy decendants of imperialists
And even though China is Imperial
To Tibet Hong Kong and Taiwan
You are really gonna show that Eurotrash
Who can capitalism and kill everyone better
While your number two founding member
Are going full nazi on Ukraine
And like War of the Worlds
Covid is coming back
And the democracy will vaccinate its troops
And the Kleptocracy wont
Mines do nothing against mine sweepers
If not defended w combined arms
Oops you are sick dying or dead
A few taking horse dewormer
From the black market
Hitch your liittle red wagons
To the dead corpses of two supermen
And see how that turns out for ya slim
See how that turns out for ya
Friday, August 25, 2023
[Poem] Dear Leader
By Emmit Other
North Korean sci fi
Is an acid trip unto itself
Where the poorest dumbest country in the world
Pulls scientific miracles out their ass
Like the professor on Gilligan's island
Makes magic with the infinite radio and Cocoanuts
They stopped the tidal wave by lassoing the moon
They help Santa by maming his sleigh faster
They feed everyone on Earth with food replicators
Everyone gets a happy Robot butler that takes away their cares
But the one thing
The only thing
They cant seem to do
Is remove the fat stupid psycho from power
Who has replaced Dear Leader
The all knowing wise one
Who you know
Doesnt even poop
Thursday, August 24, 2023
[Poem] Not Worth It
By Emmit Other
Even if every delusion of my shadow war were true
And I know for a far they arent
Some are
Unquestionably
But the rest?
Not worth it
Not worth the drain and horror
Not worth the lies
Not worth the constant disappointment
Thats life you say
I know
I say
Not worth it
But...
I know what that means
And no
I wont say it
But its simply not worth it for most people
I am better equipped than most to make a difference
On so many levels its not evem funny
I know what to do with power
And I will never have it
Not really
Because I am not willing to be who it takes to seize it
My choice
But watching the world slide i to death despair and destruction
Not worth it
It simply isnt
Some small gems here and there
Almost
Almost
Almost
But almost
Isnt
Is
It
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
[Poem] Lord Frith
by Emmit Other
Rabbit God of all things
The center if the cycle
An aspect of the all god
That all nature sings
Rabbit prayers
In the great beyond
Are just as valid
As heard
As yours hungry hunter
But Lord Frith is a harsh God
What is
Is what must be
There shall be no bargain
And yet
And yet
Sometimes even indifferent Gods
Tilt the odds
They make no bargains
But some creations
Are favored more than others
And yet even if Lagomorphs can have prayers
Think then meat monkey
Your own karmic cosmic sognifcance
You are heard
You are listened to
Out loud
Or in thought
Its a crowded Umbra
Believe it or not
But they believe in you
For good or ill
For good or ill
Saturday, August 19, 2023
[Poem] Formitave Years
by Emmit Other
Leon Stink made a palace of mirrors
So big and so vast
That people thought it would be
A wonder of the world
The size of nine city blocks
And filled with art treasures from around the world
Amd to say money on the inside
Instead of mirtors
Half of the places for them
Had cardboard cutouts of Leon Stink
For 44 billion dollars
The Nillionare created an empty monument
To
Himself
It was the most
Leon Stink thing
He could possibly do
This
Ironically
He
Succeeded