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!