Best Spreadsheets Poems

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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try: 
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper...

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Should'a Read The Fine Print


I am intrigued by all computer tasks,
and competent and skilled in every scheme
from word process and graphic arts design,
to spreadsheets, database...

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I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.

I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's...

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Maud dreamed by the fire, her blue eyes half-closed,
While a grey cat on a grey mat beside her reposed.
Then she wakened and watched as the...

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You are the button-down mind of my dreams; all safe 
and tucked away in the regimented reality of your nine-to-five 
world. I want to tie...

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Beyond all visible signs
The road to expression reaches thin
With paper maps and plastic engineered thoughts

Specializing in tourism, the cartographer's grin
Reclused to souvenirs and monopoly's pen
Sign...

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Knowshow

All nodes firing all the time
Shine on—the glare focusing the hacks
Everything shown
Everything known				
Metamalice is good to go
It’s the Knowshow
		
The devolving snarkyskanks are trickling it to...

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I’m tired of the view from my window
With the same old shaggy dog,
Gutted out cars,
And frozen mud footprints.

Tired of the view
That focuses on screaming two...

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For those of us whose lives are nearly complete
  Who can recall life before computer spreadsheets
I'd like to point out a most marvelous technical...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing...

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when i arrived on earth
I must have seen the rain through the window
it was saturday in the hospital room
busy women in white
fluttering snowflakes in my...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing...

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I spilled my seventh cup of coffee 
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance, 
A little bit of...

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It’s time to clock in and start up the vacuum.
This cash collector has walked into the room.
Dropping the balances like bombs from a B52.
Improving aged...

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Because I could not escape from Life –  
It rudely dragged me forth –  
The chaos swirled, consuming all –  
And Oblivion,...

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