Friday, October 16, 2009

"The Art of Self Deprecation" by Don't Knoweth

Ordinarily, I would hate myself for even thinking of doing this. But for things I have done, I frankly don't care. In all probability, this will go unnoticed and into the unseen orphaned pages of the cyberspace discontinuum.

When you started off your greeting, "hi" with the wrong case, I couldn't have been quicker to cut to the chase. Self-assuredly witty was my judgement, "I have to start your sentence with capital punishment."

Without much ado, it culminated in your rhyming epiphany (albeit contextually, in verbal nebulosity)...
"I am your clouds; you are my sea, I love you, and forever we shall be."
No one, and dare I say, no one has come up with that before! Sometimes, all it takes to turn your universe, is a uni-verse.

I am the same person as before, but a Dirac Delta hit my core.
In t, so small, or even zero, such might! The full spectrum, it did excite.
Invisible, may be, and even a bore; but I scream out, possibly more.
If by tunneling, it'd see the light; I'd be a photomultiplier, please be in sight!