Googled “Recursion.”
Saw “Did you mean: Recursion?”
You got me, Google.
Googled “Recursion.”
Saw “Did you mean: Recursion?”
You got me, Google.
“I am not PC.”
“Freeze Peach! For those who agree.”
“Silence, you critics!”
It’s criticism.
More speech is not silencing.
We do not like you.
“PC?! Witch hunting!”
By feigning speech martyrdom,
You seek my silence.
I hid my trophy.
Inched it into my closet…
Like everyone else.
The kid is ashamed.
But parents are mollified.
Mission accomplished.
Their shame on display,
Children spare parents’ feelings.
Insecure grown-ups.
Cracked my laptop screen.
(Made the bed, tipped TV tray.)
…Excuse to upgrade!
Earlier problem:
Temporal Resolution.
(I needed more frames.)
“Too soon! How tasteless!”
“Why do you dredge up old news?”
“Murder is normal.”
Halloween’s coming.
Remember Bart’s old clown bed?
Would you sleep in it?
So-called “War on Drugs.”
Don’t prohibit worth a dime.
And yet we like it.
The audience boos.
The rotten tomatoes fly.
“L. O. L. J / K.”
Here comes Wonderland.
I need to stop chasing him.
I’m the white rabbit.