February 26, 2011
Sorry to do this to you.
I am torturing you on this fine Saturday with the last of my threatened serious pieces. This is not nearly as much of a downer as the last one. In fact, it is not a downer at all, unless bad, pretentious writing makes you sad.
A Parable
“Bring me my honey!” Bellowed the Lord.
“I am sorry, oh Master, but we have none,” replied the monk.
“Then bring me my jam!” Bellowed the Lord.
“I am sorry, oh Master, but we have none,” replied the monk.
“Then bring me my spring tea!” Bellowed the Lord.
“I am sorry, oh Master, but we have none.
At length the Lord asked
“Then what have we in the kingdom?”
The monk asked
“Would you have an end to war?”
“There is no war. This is a peaceful kingdom.”
“Would you have an end to suffering?”
“There is no suffering. All have plenty and none want.”
“Would you have few enemies?”
“There are no enemies, for we have kind and gentle allies.”
“It would seem then, oh Master, that we have only one pestilence in this kingdom.”
The Lord asked “Of what do you speak, old man?”
The monk paused, and replied
“Bother where there should be none.”
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BONUS BAD POETRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Burger King wears a crown.
It is made out of paper.
His face is a waxen mask
Always smiling
“Have it your way.”
My way? But aren’t you the King?
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Go ahead and laugh. Where’s your poetry, hmm?
Mr. Blog's Tepid Ride 
I promise that all of next week’s blogs were written with a significantly lower number of IQ points.
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Hey, despite your concerns, I’ve really enjoyed the last weeks’s worth of content.
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I like them–and both are equally thoughtful (and thought provoking)
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