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Man, a door-knob in chair

Manmade aids making life lazier, 
Guys (girls too) no wiser get than were. 
Intellect getting brown, 
Memory going down, 
Gadgets on given job,
Their master lazy blob 
Humankind-- a door-knob sunk in chair 
Lead life of utter ease 
What with the toys that please, 
Muscles worn, brain cells gray getting rare. 
_________________________ 
Happenings | 09.07.2017 | intellect, irony, life, men, Limerick
Research shows that human intelligence is falling since 19th century whilst Artificial Intelligence (AI) is threatening to surpass human’s. Man for long believed that he was smarter than his ancestors. Yet, it seems it is no longer true. But for various artificial aids of modern gadgets, mental abilities have undergone significant decline since the Victorian era. It seems genes no longer drive intelligence, this ditty set in anapaest meter laments.
Form: Limerick


Marriage As a Vehicle: Two Drivers

He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.

Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers. 
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals, 
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.

And then he visited the filling station,
Then 'over did he the staring to his lover. 
His lover now in remonstration hover-
"Potholes feud, traffic strangling notions".

Jogging into potholes,she pricked her lover "The Lazier".
She has forgotten : Marriage's toss by two drivers. 
          17:17:09:11:32
Form: Imagism

An Appointment

a day like
any other
day but X
on the monthly
photos of Mount
Fuji calender says
different

as circus
clowns with
painted smiles
juggle the day's
events for this yes
undecidedly different
day of days

finding myself
driving in non gps
directions but calmly
listening to piano waltz
variations on this very one
can only say variant day of 
days

then not
a sign of the
apocalypse but
careful doors open
by themselves leaves
me thinking lazier and less
needing to be

but ocd
counts moments
from being here and when
i can enter the automated world
of a building that feels and even
smells of potential insanity yet feels
welcome

now i find
i'm face to
face with the 
person who has
created me to be
the functioning socially
one i am

he asks
about what
since last time
fine fine fine walking
life's tightrope line above
an abyss that is all but three
inches below

he says
seemingly
knowing that i'm
fine fine fine showing
a graph of where i was
then and where i'm happily at
smiling

saying
see you
next time
but this time
make it four months
you're still crazy i assure
you have a good day
Form:

Premium Member PAINFUL WORLD


Even in a dark world, you'll think their is light.
Every time I open my eyes, nothing but pain in my sight!

People are hurting, bodies are deteriorating, minds going crazy.
Every morning, I wake up and ask God, "why does this have to be?"

Babies are being kidnapped, and taken from their homes
Women are losing their lives because they're getting beat on. 

Families losing their love ones, and houses every day because of fires
Government making plans, and taking food out of our mouth.

The black race is getting taken back to the slavery days
Now they want to end all black everything, and take away our pay

Freedom is getting hard for all the illegal immigrants 
Being rounded up and deported by "ICE" back to their homeland.

It's a pain every day to even look at social media or the news
Every day, someone is getting shot and murder for public views!

Young kids are getting lazier every day by the minute
They just want to be on any platform shaking their ass for pennies.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member WELCOME TO AMERICA

Even in a dark world, you think there is light.  
Every time I open my eyes, there's nothing but pain in my sight.  

People are hurting, bodies deteriorating, minds going crazy.  
Every morning, I wake up and ask God why this has to be? 

Babies are getting kidnapped, taken from their homes;  
Women jumping out of cars because they're being beaten on.  

Families are losing their houses because of wildfires;  
The government is making plans, taking food out of our mouths.  
The African race is trying to go back to slavery days;  
Now they want to end all black everything, taking away our pay.  

Freedom is getting hard for illegal immigrants,  
Being deported and rounded up by ICE back to their homeland.  

It's a pain every day to watch social media or the news.  
Every day, someone is getting shot and murdered for public views.  

Young kids are getting lazier by the minute;  
They just want to be on any platform, shaking their asses for pennies.
Form: Rhyme


Lazy

A little lazier...
Perhaps a little more...
Seeing things a little hazier
And a smile... did I just adore?

And I drank... can I have a straw?
I wanna ask... but I wish not to speak
Maybe if I am to draw?
Another smile... for my fingers are weak

Have I listen enough?
This piece of music that was set on repeat
And I hear myself laugh
DO NOT MOVE... my mind do plead

And I begin to think... did I?
Simply nothing... simply without a thought
And I feel my strength returning... to hide
Did I just wanna think?... perhaps not

A little sleazier...
Only... to be a little more
How much more lazier?
Yet a smile... I do adore
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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