Mice Print, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Disclaimer: this poem
Is intended for mature audiences
Viewer discretion advised

What, were you surprised?
Not available in Florida
Especially not Mar A Lago

See store for details
For external use only
I’m being serious, not silly

Mel Brooks study
Are the Spaceballs credits
That funny?

Void where prohibited
Keep out of reach of Hannity
If you want to keep your sanity.

Screw that extended warrantee
What did you expect of me
You had a purple plaid squirrel

In your yard, cant you read?
Your forever stamp was upside down
You think this disclaimer

Makes me look like a clown?
I don’t like to frown
UPS doesn’t deliver to your town

This isn’t making sense?
You’re spewing coffee I can sense
Read this at your own risk

Don’t you hate mice print?
(end)

Catsup On The Walls, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Somewhere in the Sunshine State
There is one lonely pissed of dude
And the Lake is the real swamp

He didn’t want to lose
But he’s got his bucket of chicken
And his taco salad

Botched is what Karen
Called the election
Arizonan’s know BS

When they see it
She doesn’t want to believe it
Oh, I meant “Kari” lost it

Cardinal sin, if you don’t win
The Suns are on the side of Hobbs
The orange diamondback

In Mar A Lago sobs
His minions lost their jobs
The Senate he did cost them

Katsup, catsup, mess up
I’d really hate to be
The janitor working for he
(end)

You’ve Told Me Once, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Thank you for your concern
Yea, I know, fiery pit, brimstone
You don’t want me
To take the elevator downstairs

He cares, he cares
But if I dare
Not follow him
Or use my head

A lighting bolt
Will strike me dead
How easily do you think
I can be lead?

He cares so much
He watches me pee
He cares about
With whom I sleep

And lucky me
I ran into you
Lucky planet
You’re the only one who

Knows him so well
That’ I’ll burn in hell
Like a snotty little brat
On me you’ll tattle tale

I seriously don’t get it
Why are you in it
At all? In a beef
In which you aren’t involved?

If it is up to him
And not up to you
You’re a third party
Get out of our way

It’s none of your business
In any case, isn’t it what you say
That he’s the only one
Who can judge?

You’re stubborn
You won’t budge
You have to speak for him
Make logic out of sludge?

Of me you do begrudge?
For I think not like you
I’m not subject to your abuse
Your narcissism your insecurity

You think you are
Better than me
You told me once
Stop you dunce!

I am a mouse
He is a giant
You don’t like me
Because I am defiant

Seems silly to me
He’d need you to plead
For him, knowing how did deed
All the universe and history

You’ve told me once
Stop repeating yourself
I don’t bow to hollow threats
I don’t need your help.
(end)

I can accept it when someone is well intended in concern, but after you tell me the first time, shut up, seriously. I do not see how an alleged all powerful being couldn’t handle a mere mortal like me without your help. You told me once, “You’re going to burn in hell, I don’t want you to burn in hell”

OK OK OK, NOW SHUT THE F*CK UP.

You are a third party sticking your nose in a beef you are not involved in. I can tolerate the first time, but if I ask you to stop preaching to me, and you don’t stop, I am going to cease to be polite.

Anywho, after writing “8 Minutes Ago” earlier today, just thinking about different things in science blows my mind. That poem was about a photon. But other things boggle my brain thinking about.

On of the bigger examples for me are neutrinos. Those things are so small they can PASS THROUGH SOLID PLANETS! Point is, nothing, nothing is truly “solid”.

Red Giant stars too. Pluck our puny sun out of the center of our solar system, replace it with a “red giant” star, and the surface of that red giant would extend past the orbit of Saturn. F——– MEEEEEE!

Color is not in the object. It took me forever to accept this. Color only exists in light waves. That freaks me out, but it is true. What we perceive as color are the light waves that do not get absorbed by the object, but bounce off of the object into our eyes.

And how many of our sun’s size mass could fit into a super massive black hole? Try 1,000 MILLION of our sun’s mass!

8 Minutes Ago, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

This unfathomable caldron
Burning, brightly, intensely
Boils them, bubbling up

To the surface bursting
Flicking, scattering, releasing
Formula 1 has nothing on them

They win the race before it begins
8 minutes from there to here
The bright colors they carry

Of the rosebush and raspberry
The sunflower and daisy
The blue skies in midday

The bright white sandy beaches
And bright colors of the Macaw
But for it to get to

That launching pad
At all, 100,000 years ago
It formed in fusion

The jam packed
Subway car
In Tokyo or New York

Rush hour in plasma form
Then that spit ball
Shot from the slingshot

Or is it waving to us?
8 minutes ago
What if it were

Driving slow?
What if it
Had a speed limit

Of 55 miles per hour?
It would be absurd
And also slower

And a little over
192 years
326 days

13 hours
5 minutes
And 23 seconds

How about that?
Let that sink in
I am glad it is only

An 8 minute wait
But it took 100,000
Years to make.
(end)

This is the life cycle of f a photon.

It takes an average of a 100,000 years to go from the core of the sun to the surface, but only 8 minutes to travel close to 92 million miles.

Living Suicide, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The old man
Clocked in
On his 75th
Birthday

Toiled in
Construction
Toiled in manufacturing
His bones were creaking

The old woman
Clocked in on her
77th birthday
She had saved and saved

A denial here
A denial there
Insurance companies
Didn’t care

Both of them
Their cupboards bare
Bankrupt even with
Medicare

And that construction worker
And hotel maid
Two or three jobs
Every day

Under the smoke stacks
In poison rivers
Put food on the table
No heat in the winter

And all they do
Is get older and older
No dignity to sit down
No moment for slumber

Is this the “dream”
So fervently claimed?
This slow suicide
In such we take pride?

We cannot accept this
No mater what class
One may end up
No one should ever

Have to work till they drop
If you’ve put in your time
That should be enough
To retire in dignity
(end)

On A Tear, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I am here
I am there
I can’t stop
I’m on a tear

At full speed
My second cup
My thought’s unleashed
I’m on a tear

I am everywhere
Twitter, Facebook
And this blog
I cant stop, I’m on a tear

Writing of cats
Writing of marriage
Writing of politics
Writing bad jokes

I’ve dropped the jug
It’s done broke
Scattered thoughts
Contain them not

Have you ever
Ever thought
The breaks are gone
The jailbreak is on

I’m on a tear
Beware, beware
I’m never done
I’m on a tear.
(end)

I am full of energy and writing like a hummingbird right now. Better than not being able to write at all.