“eternal return!” shouted nietzche
for man is a miserable crietzche
a powerful will
rising up from the swill
it’s a cycle, so don’t let it bietzche.
My limerick had my head swelling
I thought I was truly excelling
It surely seemed peachy
But when I wrote ‘nietzche’
I shoulda examined the spelling.
(it’s ‘nietzsche’ dammit.)
peachy -> nietzche is genius.
Diogenes, in the agora
Made everyone startle in horra
While beating his meat
In the midst of the street
Said, “I wish they’d invent viagora”.
(legend has it, he really pounded it in the marketplace to show his contempt for society’s opinion. Nowadays, he’d get thrown in jail.)
e equals m times c’s square
an equation with a powerful scare
it gave birth to the bomb
now ever dick, hairy, and tom
understands the style of einstiens hair
As Willard Van Orman Quine said,
“as willard van orman quine said.”
You quote it like this:
“You quote it like this.”
Itself, “it contains” it contains.
Heracleitus stepped in a stream
And stepped in again, it would seem
the stream kept its name
but was not the same
the water had changed, like a dream
“Jesus’s philosophy”,
Said Bush, “is the right one for me!
It’s truly my creed
In word, though not deed
On poor people, I’d rather pee.”
I guess the encephalopods
Have their own ineffable gods
The octopus thinks
Of what? It’s a sphinx,
A riddle to landlubbing sods.
Our nonist claims that he needs saving
Some philosophy’s what he is craving
Kant is always the answer
With a pinch neuromancer
Life is only teutonic depraving
To those who deplore Alan Watts
Or Chomsky, or Sartre , poor snots
It is perfectly fine
To read lores of whine
and learn about what one is not
those tiresome bilious old bores
whose tomes we have grown to abhorr
whose beards never shaved
our nonist is saved!
his kidnappers threaten no more
exactly 12 limericks… i am saved! el hombre del nantucket has set me free just as he promised thanks to one old friend, one new friend, and my one and only sweet girlfriend. that was close though. damn. would the rest of you ingrates have just sat by while i was stuffed with sweets and beer? you bastards! anyhow, thanks to my poetic rescuers. to the rest of you, don’t come cryin to me when you are in desperate life or death need of a few paltry couplets or a haiku, let alone a sonnet!
Did I miss something?!
SWAT lyrics to the rescue?
nebulous voices as my head gentally falls to the pillow
emotions cover the blankedts and sheets
calmer breathing smother heartbeats
spirits walking
hypnotic sleep
There once was a virginal birth.
It’s tale filled the townsfolk with mirth.
“Tell us, Joseph did you check your bride’s hyman?
Rummor has it she’s let a few guys in.
But faith tells you it was just the lord’s girth.”
Inspired by the Thomas Jefferson quote from the previous post