Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do

Is being a conformist without a cause enough to qualify me as an antihero

God looks down and sees all of His good kids making bad choices God is one but decides to speak to us

As ever There is the easy way And the hard way The hard way Is being condemned to a freedom

Higher education purports to prepare you for life when really it exists to indebt you for life, expanding campus ideology

You’ll be able to tell that nobody knows what anything is wort… when no one knows who they can tru…

I wasn’t shocked when scientists announced that a universe already infinitely… could still be expanding because I do have an ego

When I got my first honey-do list after the wedding I explained to my bride that I us… until I was bitten by one of the 5… that don’t make webs

Every night when Smokey Bear would tuck me in… the last thing he always said was Only you can prevent forest fires

You cannot beat God in any sport but you can tie Him in bowling

I used to say Nothing to see here but now that I’ve embraced transparency there really is

The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet

It’s capitalism after it shed its skin

Like Coke for Coca-Cola, Mr. Pibb is short for Mr. Pibb, ABD

It was always an intriguing though… to imagine knowing the date of you… until AI in a thought experiment of its own reimagined death