In the old country song When Mac Davis sings “Oh lord it’s hard to be humble When you’re perfect in every way” I always assumed

AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it

Instead of the invisible hand bending self-interest towards the collective good we got the risible glad-hand laughing our selfishness off

The difference between a human bei… And an animal Is that a human’s instincts Can be wrong

This isn’t the best of all possible worlds but God does His best with what we give Him to work with

When my dog gives me that knowing… I don’t know what she knows I only know that she knows Who I’m fooling And it isn’t her

There is one reason And one reason alone That God won’t ever give up on yo… You are His job And God loves His job

In my culture low hanging fruit is considered a delicacy

If you’re going to take sick leave… take FMLA

The far left puts the silent and invisible H in tolerate Guess where? There’s a clue

Wash, Rinse, Reinterpret

Where once the Imaginary, the Sym… formed three sides of the same coi… now there is but one side to every… as the Imaginary is displaced by t… the Symbolic is scrambled in servi…

We used to be able to talk to each… About the world Because we could always say Present company excluded But now that every screen

My boss said It’s my way or the highway so, I took the highway to hell But when God said It’s your way or the doorway

Desire is a tautology rendering each of us a failed ouroboros as dogs chasing our own tails