Plog 3rd December 2011

December 3rd, 2011 Posted in Uncategorized

Maybe I really am incompatible with the twenty-first century.  The poetry group I go to at the Tobacco Factory in Bristol had ‘satire’ as its subject for December.  All these different types of comedy confuse me somewhat, so I was trying to sort it out:

Funny peculiar or funny ha ha?

What’s fun to one to another may jar.

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

And writing about bad writing is not
Biodiversity – it’s an ink blot.
“BIOS,” said the computer hardware geek,
“Is Basic Input Output System. Speak
You any twenty-first century words?”

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

‘You mean FaceBook facetiousness for nerds?’
Lol – he was not laughing out loud – for him
Time transcends meaning in the acronym.
To buy or not to buy? – the oscillation
Is not as basic as it used to be

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

Or not to be – but what was the original
Question? – oh, yes . . . what’s so funny about this?
Life’s replaced: – To me or to machina?

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

To be or to unbe or to ununbe?
The choice is ours and like toy cars we’re free.
I said “I didn’t mean geek, I meant man.”

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

He bleeped at me and then I said “how can
You kill the distilled essence of writing?”
He said: “It wouldn’t be the first citing.”

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

Alright. He’s smart. This automatic one.
I changed my mind – he’d already begun
But bleeped “It isn’t over till it’s through”

Halol halol halol halol halol ha

Impatient now, I texted him: “How do
You go from unbeginning to unend?”
He said “Coz’ unlike you I can, Unfriend.”


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