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When calculations give me trouble
Ramanujan comes to me To offer a solution, pi is 3. In my hour of consternation, Lost in marginalia, Fermat shows me his proof that pi is 3. Pi is 3, pi is 3, Pi is 3, pi is 3, Pythagoras agrees that pi is 3. finished April 2026, added 5 June 2026
Welcome to America, where the cheese is macaronian,
The policy draconian and the science pre-Baconian When not outright baloneyan. That's what life is like when you are ruled by a felonian. Now solve the Hamiltonian. finished April 2026, added 5 June 2026
Banish the illusions and what do you see?
A. Economic lunacy-- B. Political insolvency-- C. Endless mediocrity-- D. The fruit of meritocracy-- E. And an endless pundit spelling bee. finished November 2025, added 5 June 2026
The memes are too much with us. Late and soon,
Scrolling and scrolling, we lay waste the hours. Little we see on YouTube that is ours. We have given our arts away for a cartoon. finished November 2025, added 5 June 2026
Everyone who matters (and that means me and you)
Gapes where Trump is dancing the electric bugaboo,
On a stage where no one matters, not even you and me,
Except himself and, now and then, a loyal appointee.
finished May 2025, added 26 April 2026
Early on a morning cheery, as I mused on quantum theory,
Reading many strange, mysterious papers over petit-fours— As I jotted hopeful scrawlings, suddenly I heard a squalling. “Half a cat is caterwauling in the box there on the floor, Just a half-existent feline screeching like a pterosaur. I should open it before....” finished July 2025, added 26 April 2026
In the nation that forgot
Nothing works that worked before; Policy is scattershot; No one is from Ecuador; Donald lying through and through Has no fault, though woe betide, And the bridegroom—strange but true— Never turns into a bride. finished April 2025, added 16 March 2026
If the world should fall out of your brain
And onto your shirt Well it might not hurt But then it’s made of dirt You better rinse it off so it doesn’t stain. finished April 2025, added 16 March 2026
love to read them humans
humans what I love to read cite they little archives nibble on they tiny feeds finished November 2024, added 14 March 2026
I looked for a sloe-eyed woman
And found, not eyes of jet, But eyes of propellers turning In flight from alleged learning, As sloe as she can get, As if she were returning From being a suffragette. finished September 2024, added 15 February 2025
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