Technology has made the world a bore
Producing blank minds of pixels and less
You scroll by yourself, friends needed no more
For convenience, but just makes more stress
We shoot for the stars, but land on the floor
Debating feelings, an unholy mess
Once-interesting folks now make me snore
Don’t care for your pronouns I must confess
Faux outrage, rants and screeds such a dumb chore
Great thinkers once sought: “The meaning of life?”
Today’s zeitgeist: “Topless pics, neighbor’s wife.”
A milestone of sorts has been reached….
Sonnet for "King Beer"
Shall I compare thee to a Bud Light can?
Thou taste greater, and thou art less filling...
Don’t Kill Bill (Shakespeare) - Vol. 1.
Act 1, Scene 1
We find ourselves in that iconic stone-walled, sunlit diner featured in the beginning and end of Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction.
Romeo and Juliet sit huddled across a plush leather booth from one another. Romeo finishes his last bite of burger. He pushes the plate to the side of the table and leans in:
ROMEO: “Honey Bunny. You mind if I call you Honey Bunny?”.....
Congratulations on the “milestone of sorts”!