The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document
Homekey fraud
Interpreted in California as economy
Unemployed printers?
City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds
and ink press powers
In time observation
Of collection is willing
Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom
Obstructing journalism
Very literal
The homeless point at and time move
Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals
Out the house dodge
Grades good bye byes
Like us all,
he was good at naming things,
trees, minerals, the anatomy of rabbits,
butterflies and all things
he saw or imagined he saw.
Later he had an epiphany,
he realized he knew nothing of anything
that walked the earth or grew upon it
or flew above it.
As most seekers do
he sought the advice of a guru.
“Your mother did not love you,
not in just the way you wanted her to love you,
and so, you had to name
all that she was not.
Now you are caught.
go now and un-name yourself!”
He then foolishly,
asked the wise man for his name?
Read I what he published;
The sound ideas relished'
"When one is the vanquished
A thing is relinquished
He's still The Distinguished;
But might feel extinguished"
But why would a writer
Self publish and lighter
Make what's not for Blighter,
Even if The Brighter...
And he tries too posters,
The printing of Rosters,
From time to time Fliers
For sincere liars...
God saw His Job as good
Not us dust like mere wood.
Obviously, he could not include
internal organs all of those biological systems,
beside he was a little fuzzy
about what went where.
He had 3-D printed a chair,
testing his and the machines skills,
its four legs walked around for an hour
bumping into walls and stumbling over curled rugs
but then would walk no more.
It was relegated to another room
where it still sulked.
Next time he might try to make one
with eyes.
She would have to be hollow.
Brains would be tricky also,
best to have emptiness between her ears,
however he could copy eyes, nose, and mouth
and all other facial features.
He probably could work from memory
regarding her sexual parts.
When his wife came home and found a shell of a woman
lounging on the couch and giggling at his amusing quips
she asked him to 3-D print a gun and bullets for her
he did,
of course but should have known better
for later that night she shot them both with it.
Yesterday, my printer worked
today it's on the fritz.
I was in a frenzy perked
spewing words lined in poetic blitz.
Fingers slid along the keys
and every word was good indeed
but the final stall was a tease
and the printer appeared deceased.
I struggled with direction
set the keys to cleaning action
but every paper eluded perfection
and lay in depressing dissatisfaction.
Changed the cartridges of ink
and tried again once more
but the printer barely seemed to blink
alas, I shut it down and swore.
The sound of the presses
While they run at high speed
The reporters and editor
Trying to fill a town's need
The feel of fresh newsprint
And the smell of the ink
Working on broken machinery
Sometimes old and extinct
Trying to meet deadlines
Proofreading as i go
A fast-paced stressful job
But it's work i love so
To see the newspaper
As it comes hot off the press
Taking pride in my printing
For in so many homes it will rest
To leave at days end
And feel pride in my chest
Now the town's got their news
I can go home, get some rest.
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