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tawfeeq-hendricks
A poem, a pun and a joke sat down to devour the human race. Immediately, they began to eat, not pausing to say Grace. The poem ate quite delicately, not wanting to make a mess. “These humans can be quite delicious, I really must confess. Their emotions are very spicy,“ she said, eating the heart with zest. “A taste of brotherhood and love delight the palate best.” She ate so very slowly, reflecting on every bite, She drank the blood of beauty. It made her head feel light. The pun, upon the other hand, sliced into the brain. Deftly and swiftly he cut, not causing any pain. He entered the cerebellum as swift as a laser beam, And then was gone so quickly that to the brain, ‘twas but a dream. Discovering its invasion, gray matter laughed, white matter cried, “My God, I’ve been defiled and logic has been defied.” The joke, always an outsider, did not want to know the victim’s name. It ate only stereotypical beings; it treated everyone the same. The way in which the joke ate, was very crude, indeed. Manners and good taste are not inherent in its breed. The joke was not particular, it would chew on any part, But it could not reach the brain; it could not touch the heart. The poem, the pun and the joke blew smoke after eating the human race. They burped and belched and buried the bones beneath the earthen face.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
The Meal
Life is a lot like a painting The effort and detail you put into the stroke of the brush Is the beauty you will see when it is hung in its final gallery -Tawfeeq Hendricks
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
PAINTING
The gorgons were hideous with the gaze of stone The sister medusa was the only mortal The grey women with one eye and one tooth Now one eye less Told him the way to the hyperborean land Therein lay the soon to be headless beast Who could then no longer share her horrible stare
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
A GREEK TALE
There once was an old burglar from Spain He fought the king’s men with a cane The king’s men wouldn’t fight an old man So they dropped their weapons and ran This clever old burglar from Spain
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
An Old Burglar From Spain