My Original Poetry

This Stuff Just Pops Into My Head

When things are perfect, there is no poetry. When life gets interesting, world-views are threatened, assumptions brought into questions… well, there is poetry. I wouldn’t quite call it a fugue state, but neither would I say I deliberately write this stuff. Happily, my post-poetry realizations usually confirm that my initial gut reactions to a situation were correct. There really are a lot of dip-shits in this world who don’t have your best interests at heart and would lead you down the wrong road if you don’t have your wits about you. To them, I dedicate much of this poetry.

• Ding in The Universe — time to start thinking
• Who Let in The Bees? — we see how mediocrity eternally recurs.
• The Eighty Twenty Rule — we organize our efforts for maximum returns.
• The Lizard Tail Task — bozo bosses get replaced by more bozo bosses.
• Dueling a Mule — I first take aim on sysadmins from hell.
• Occam’s Razor — I remind myself of the best way to tackle problems.
• The Success Poem — I realize losing sleep while young is part of success.
• The Ghost Ball — I notice some underlying rules of predicting outcomes.
• Lion on The Savannah — I remind myself how foolish it is to lose focus.
• The Llama an Yak — a misguided sysadmin from hell is put in his place.
• Golden Goose — we see how clueless short-sighted bosses drive out talent.
• Satan’s Son — we see a young hotshot take on a tough old seasoned guy.
• The Crushling — A certain character type you run into on YouTube.