As we scrawl our words
On life's thin pages,
We pass in grace
Through these three ages:

To prevent this kind
Of mental schism,
I'd recommend
Solipsism.

Community sucks,
Some would contend,
But all diversions
Someday end.

Where "Beasts of the Southern Wild"'s concerned,
I'm glad that filmmakers seemingly learned
To couch their traumas in allegory
Or use as set-dressing, not as story—
It keeps the film from being gauche
And giving us Incredibly Close?

YH
WH!

Should we address the elephant?
Since when has Foer been "irreverent?"
He addresses his prose
As though it cure woes,
But his maudlin MO's so irrelevant. 

I feel that Brooks
Should garner looks
In the best role of his
I've seen
And as we know—
Some doubt it, though—
He's a real human being.
And a real hero.
Re-al human being.
And a real hero. :II

I hate to bite my style from you,
But "Dance Like Grizzly Bears
Fuck Desk Drawers"
Is my next tattoo.

It's not too great aesthetically,
But Florida does it parthenogenitically. 

"Poetaster's" an appellation
That benefits from swift rotation;
'Twould be a shame
If we both laid claim
And sullied our mutual vocation.

Neither boor
I can condone;
One gave us war
One "Watch the Throne." 

…who kept all his jizz in a bucket
And when it was full,
He took a great pull
and oh but I am tired
                        once the great light
Has seeped from the glass
And there are
                      creatures in the weeds
Outside. They stir and they queel
And the moon in the windows—
They could be your voice
Oh but…

The new beauty
Is in decay—
The last purity of grace
Lies in its defamation.
We export entropy
And we produce
Apathy;
Our gross domestic
Is measured in
lotos consumed
And ever-increasing
Really,
It's all a matter
Of reframing.

O: You're mad.

Both of them—
They give their all
But only one loved
A rubber doll.

Being
Iconoclastic
To
Check
Himself

And so—es-so
the bightpazz and afrojop of
garbled garage stomp—
tuned to the edge of
The outer dial—
Merit-less lists
And listless Merrill,
Alone against the burgeoning
Forces of
A beyonce kingdom—
Lo-chart!
Lo-fi!
Lo, we speardanes
Of endless wars
Against the dominant
zE iTgeiSt.

There will come a day
Without "Community" references
Or "Pulp Fiction" quotes—
                                     When

Directed madness is
Hard to employ
But your use of "suckoffs"
Brings me joy.

In a world
Of "fap"
For "masturbation,"
Be glad it's not
"Tweet adaptation."