Algorhythms
The natives are restless
They’re storming the gates
The jury is back:
All wretched ingrates!
The votes have been cast,
The dice have been thrown.
The calculus broken,
They’re starting to moan.
Incredulous, wakening,
They realize they’re slaves
Not to their own brilliance
But each other’s faves.
The rising and falling:
They share the same lot.
All in this together,
Declaring what’s hot.
That Heisenberg dude,
Man, he’s such a jerk
The more he looks closely
The less things just work.
It should be organic
Cream floats to the top
But so does Jan’s poo
When the toilet is stopped.
Encourage each other;
I don’t mind critique.
Thank God we’re all different,
Our perspectives unique.
I love to tell stories,
And talk about God,
Juxtapose, be ironic,
And be generally odd.
I find I’m quite dense
On the things that you write;
No worries, my C-PAP
Keeps me up at night.
But I’d best tie this off
As fast as I can
Or it’s tl;dr
From a cranky old man!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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