#snark
It’s Monday - again - every time I look around,
it seems like it’s Monday again.
Weekdays I run on snark and caffeine.
If I seem preoccupied..
I’m not ignoring you, I’m buffering
My playlists soothe and understand me
I’m not ignoring you, I’m reorganizing a playlist.
My mood is linked to Wi-Fi strength.
I’m not ignoring you, I’m doom scrolling.
On weekends, we put the ‘pro’ in procrastination
we take the celibacy out of celebration
and work on our romantic cardio
Sometimes you gotta pop-out and show your alignment
I’m not ignoring you, I just don’t want to pull a bird-finger muscle
.
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A song for this:
The Politics of Dancing (12" Extended Mix) by Re-Flex
Without Him by Triste Janero
I Don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
FIT THE FIRST – The Tale Untold
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'
He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'The crewmen hunted down a snark,
And sailed across the sea.'
The wedding-guest here squeezed his breast
And broke the seaman's hold.
'I've gotta go,' he said to him
Whose tale was left untold.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
A walk in the park
Where there is some talk
Of raising the Snark
Misguided remark.
There is no conclusion
That I could envision
To plunder delusion
And clear the confusion
While we may contest
That theories attest
His morbid diffusion
Just leave him to rest.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
I am numb to the kindness they give me
But sensitive to the needles they ***** me with:
The ones that were supposed to numb all of me up
At once.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Feed me with
favorites, re-tweets
and likes
Feed me with
hearts as
flat as knifes
Feed me with
double taps
and false reality
Feed me with
comments
from a celebrity
Stroke me
gently and
repeatedly
My ego
enjoys a timely
delivery
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
It's
strange
to
me
to
write
one
word
at
a
time
on
each
line.
Who
speaks
like
that?
Poetry,
I
think,
should
be
a
conversation
between
you
and
your
soul.
Your
soul
may
not
understand
unnecessary
intermittent
pauses.
Well.
I
don't
understand
unnecessary
intermittent
pauses.
Case
in
point:
Writing
this
was
difficult.
(It's
probably
a
literary
weakness.)
I
imagine
that
a
soul
would
speak
in
at
least
partial
sentences
without
such
halting
spasmodic
twitches.
Unless it doesn't. I am not your soul. If you find wholeness and depth and truth by writing this way, then carry on.
*******
(There's the rhyme. There's always a place and a time for convention.)
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC