Parsimony Antipathy or Prudent Hostility

                     Locked-up Cuspid Of the One Celled Organism

                     As the Augury tends to its Auspices oddities

                    One Weak Ordeal and your reward will be handsome

  

                     Ceteris paribus when Ockham’s blade gets dull

                     Get a loan from your Karma or come back as amoebae

                     Hearts won’t be practical until they’re unbreakable.

                     But if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.

                    

              Sometime this week I’ll hang from the gallows

              Every drip of the tallow brings closer the end

              But I’ve got this imp secured in this bottle

              And you can have him for a price less than a penny



              Yeah, I’ve got a genie who’ll grant all your wishes

              Just pay for this bottle and your family gets fed

              But act fast, for soon I **** my last twitches

              By this time tomorrow I could very well be dead



                     Salivating tadpoles for Hegemony crickets

                     All imprisoned here with this repressionist peasant

                     By a singular stroke into Jove’s black booklet

                     Lucidly errant, who hasn’t been flippant?



                     Clever Arachne, my love, oh thou immodest spider

                     All I ever wanted, she picked a fine time to leave us

                     My days squandered eavesdropping Apocalypse riders

                     But if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.



              Sometime this week I’ll hang from the gallows

              Every drip of the tallow brings closer the end

              But I’ve got this imp secured in this bottle

              And you can have him for a price less than a penny



              Yeah, I’ve got a genie who’ll grant all your wishes

              Just pay for this bottle and your family gets fed

              But act fast, for soon I **** my last twitches

              By this time tomorrow I could very well be dead

You can stop the time effortlessly,
And make everything else lose motion;
In this dimension of two possibilities,
I would break the laws of constants,
To rise to this rare occasion,
While I helplessly but mindfully,
Keep falling into your machinations,
Because you're the only variable,
Making sense in this causal prediction.

You can state all of your demands,
While seemingly making a point;
I'll supply smiles to your shenanigans,
And validate all these assumptions;
Let's meet halfway and find the perfect joint,
To sieze the meaning of our existence,
Without a care to this world's boring bustles;
All the other factors can wait in line,
Because you're the missing piece to my puzzle.

Pocketa, pocketa
Christopher B. Behrens
pianist, classical
fell on his assical
shattered his spine

Married his sweetie
Recovered completely
six kids and two keeties
all keep him line

Yacketa, yacketa
Christopher B. Behrens
Loves his Lord Jesus
Who loves us and sees us
Through thick and through thin

Lots sixty pounds of fat
Jumpin' Jehosaphat
Some might think that proves that
he's full of win

Ceteris Paribus
Christopher B. Behrens
Is deeply musical
sometimes confusical
Plays on guitars

To kids at their bedtime
He sings "You're my Sunshine"
And sometimes at nighttime
he smokes a cigar

Hexasyllabically
Christopher B. Behrens
Econ and Business
But software's like Christmas
And work is like play

Deskwise, a Latinist
Cat-In-the-Hatinist
Vobiscum Dominus
Have a nice day.

At the end of the day when I contemplate
Its highs, its middles and lows
I find myself neither smiling
Or moaning a song of woe

I do not feel disappointment
When I fall and break a wing
I'll tarry for just one moment
Till resolve calls me back to the Thing

And when there are Hallelujahs
And the mass of Creation applauds
All things being equal
In the crowd there are certainly frauds

When you string them fully together
The good, the neutral, the bad
It's easy forgetting to remember
Whatever it was that you had


Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2012

If you want successes
Ceteris Paribus
Surely
you'll get successes
Do it at once
Idleness enfeebles
progress
Stopping means
decease
Speed means
vigour
Enjoyments are
truly
fun
And vice versa
Duties should be quickly
done
Kinetic energy
produces
the sinews
Otiosity
should be
shunned

J.M.Keynes –
In the long run
we are all dead
A.Henslo –
Ceteris paribus
we would live forever