Frustration?

Though I wish it were ironic
My poetic skills are not bionic
Pushing keys for sad pits
Chomping at no reputable bits
Wishing for inspiration from gintonic.

That.was.awful.

220-215

It’s fair to say that few remain as quiet as a mouse,
For its clear in what debate we’ve all had a douse -
And though we’re not quite yet there
Each step creeps closer to care
Since such a fine bill has been passed in the House.

It takes a…

So the budget swept in and began to pillage
Every school in our own Arboreal village -
But, wait, with your vote
We could all take note
That fix could come with a “Yes!” to the millage.

My Own Best Publicist

The fact that this is obnoxious shan’t be put to the test
(Believe me, I know, and not simply in jest.)
But I figured I’d rhyme
Since I ain’t earnin’ a dime
About how my letter made it to the Daily’s nest!

PS – Check out Kaitlin Henry’s letter, too!

Steal City

In an attempt to avoid what happened in Seattle
Precautions are taken, plus an ACLU battle.
So they’ve come for a talk
Which many do mock -
Though it’s hard to tell which side feels a more rattle.

After Having Massively Met

There once was a group to which I did belong
(Luckily seemingly lacking a single swan song).
A salute to every fresh face
Without a mention of impending race
John Cherry did bellow at the last ballroom throng.

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I Suppose It’s Nice to Have Finally Been Introduced

Apparently poetry and I have yet to meet,
And I’m taking a class set to accomplish this feat
Yet the thing that I fear
I do know to be near
And that is the drone of pretension from every last seat.

NEW-GO’S

Now it is time to return to the grind
Not leaving my Union dungeon behind
Stockin’ cokes and making change
(A kind to believe in – strange?)
Really it’s only the lack of daylight I mind.

I Believe Eminem Once Wrote A Song About This

So now I am back – home(ish) in Ann Arbor
And though the East Coast was a sweet summer harbor
I’m now ready for class
And everyone’s sass
Hopefully my mind serving as an academic arbour.

Call Me Wheezy

I recently realized in my Brooklyn laze
That these are the end of my Park Slope days
All the times that I’ve had
Plated with the good and the bad
Don’t force me to care past built moving ways.