230624
(by Doctor Staccato)
Joe Rogan knows a showman shows,
And Rogan shows how much he knows,
But when his lack to him occurs,
To wiser heads he then defers.
But Hotez knows to go with flows,
And yield conclusions presupposed,
To carry forth his sponsors’ products:
Placebos palliating addicts.
230314
I have levels of genius that I don’t understand.
Vague chaotic notions sound much like a plan.
I thought the code should speak for itself,
That flow charts? Just a scam.
So I retreat to my mother tongue,
And parse as best I can.
230715
(meter stolen from Quincy Jones)
Goin’ Trekkin’!
Goin’ Trekkin’ to the stars!
You Big Dummy!
You don’t know your butt from Mars!
It’s no wonder this ship’s such a dump!
230718
(meter stolen from Tracey Chapman)
Tracey’s not a ray-ay-cist!
The left’s upset ’cause she’s not offended
That Luke covered her song,
So she gets dough and more Google mentions.
090417
(meter stolen from Vera Matson & Lionel Newman)
From the cat-fur face on the front of her head,
To the tip of her fuzzy tay-al,
She cries and whines and snivels and moans,
And then begins to wail.
Silly Milli was a dilly,
She went a-runnin’ willy nilly!
With her eyes on fire
Aand her tail flyin’ higher than me!
Silly Milli what dilly!
She goes runnin’ willy nilly does she!
230728
( reflections upon a photograph of a
Former Arch Nemesis, My Mom, and Her Dog,
as channeled through Doctor Staccato
[being the lost love child of Ted Geisel and Ben Cerf]: )
Depicted here we see so proud,
The Beauties and The Bitch.
To speculate is not allowed
Of whether which is which?