patience, patience, nah

am I the only alien
consigned to this plane that goes gaga
over dictatorial dimwits

who happen to know a few words,
who were handed a microphone and who
wear sunny cantaloupes equipped with lips

since robotics is our destiny
because don’t you know there are only two
or three clearly codified core value

sets from which to choose; what’s the other term?
oh yes, worldview; worldview and core values.
Now if you will excuse me I must go

to my happy place where I shall vomit
and then when I am cleansed of your menace
work may begin on nothing important

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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