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he stood at the bay window,
& waved.
his thick black & yellow book in hand,
he had just finished coding:
a poem in this you reckon?
he beckoned you to write anew – it’s easy,
the self-confessed professor said
then perniciously smiled:
(ffsake a poem in this…
there are a thousand ways
to learn, choose one.
what are you slouching for?
go view them…!
in fact
want to learn anything,
almost anything? then
go & watch a YouTube – how to – video. long live the internet.
Google 2
(dollar dollar dollar $$$$ …/lose those tags or else #$$$ this is not a poem.)
now – comrade,
i promise you tomorrow,
on this new bonded
leather chair,
i shall calmly sit
at this age old pine
with its bruises
& watch the sun creep in
shedding light on my
lack of understanding,
and if i am here
to witness this –
(nothing is guaranteed)
my eyes dimmed will thank the nameless,
yes i know it has a thousand names.
i shall calmly sit upon the horizon,
(reflect upon what you said)
& watch that 15 minute video for
dummies.
just for you.
just for you.
ps. don’t forget
to send the link –
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