Dread Poets Sobriety

poetry

  • “The Chosen Whites”

    I’ve always found the terms over and underwhelmed both over and underwhelming. It’s curiously redundant how each can be made to mean either good or bad. Beyond which, why must the whelming process be so polarized? Can one not merely be whelmed? If I were, would that even mean anything? We shall see, as I,… Continue reading

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  • Billet-Deux

    Good day esteemed quarantine questors, another riveting lockdown edition from your 5th least favourite cometry hocker. Thanks for voting. An entertaining composition today, for me anyway. This piece has lived in the file since the summer as initially it was an embarrassing catharsis, not the pithy mirth of its current form. That’s a lie, there… Continue reading

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  • Is Anybody Doubt There?

    Greetings sharks and minnows, thank you for bellying up to my chump-rhyme chum line. We’re gonna need a bigger moat. It’s my understanding we know more about our moon and adjacent planets than about the mindboggling depths of our own oceans. In the end perhaps that’s unsurprising, everyone looks up in wonder and most down… Continue reading

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