Okay, you asked for it…
Well, actually, no one asked for it. And i fear that if someone asked for not it, we’d all be powerless to stop it anyway. But today we herald the triumphant return of Poetry Month!
What began as a way for me to incentivize people to pay me monthly beer money on their credit cards and then forget they’d ever done it as years drone on and i lord over a seat cushion’s worth of crisp singles like the world’s feeblest dragon, eventually fizzled out because writing a poem for EVERY BACKER proved to be too much for me to handle.
And then, mysteriously, once the poetry stopped, the sign-ups stopped.
Is this it? Is everyone really so enamoured with seeing themselves immortalized in some perverted Seussian screed that they’re willing to part with their hard-earned pocket change for it? IT WOULD APPEAR SO. Let the poetry flow.
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Small but Mighty
Tina is teeny
you can’t even see her
yet giants and ogres and monsters all flee her
Cuz what she possesses
In her little finger
Is ruin incarnate:
Apocalypse bringer
She can, with a poke
render cities asunder
tear buildings in two
and sink all of us under the ground
and she’ll pound
and raise ruinous tsunamis
might murder our pappies,
our cousins, our mammies
And all this, while measuring
Two nanometers
You never saw anything
Smaller or sweeter
So watch where you’re stepping
Be gentle of toe
For the End dwells beneath us!
Small death from below.
Who will protect us from this miniscule menace? i don’t want to say i’m running a protection racket, but Nights Around a Table backers suffer 80% fewer grievous injuries than non-backers. Check me out on Patreon. i may even write a poem about you.
