entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

I write this poem under duress
I'm so involved, i don't know what to think
I repeat myself when under stress

The meter's a shambles, the scansion's a mess
The constraints of the form drive me to drink
I write this poem under duress

Far worse than playing little games like chess
No matter how closely i study it, my thoughts won't link
I repeat myself under stress

I tried looking at it for a whole day, i confess
No matter how i take it apart, my expectations sink
I write this poem under duress

I strive for more and yet end up with less
No matter how i break it down, it's just not my kink
I repeat myself under stress

I don't know whom i'm trying to impress
I feel like a fraud and a fink
I write this poem under duress
I repeat myself when under stress

Two young lovers on Valentine's night
writhing in Lupercalian delight
as one reached for the lube
grabbed a handful of pubes
and the tryst quickly turned to a fight

Nagios schmagios
Ron Echeverri's phone
wakes him up late with a
clamorous beep

Stumbling half-naked, he
somnambulistlically
fixes the problem and
goes back to sleep

Cyclone's come
Myanmar's bereft
It's been wiped clean
There's nothing left

BURMA SHAVE

Oh, woe is me, oh, woe is i
Corp'rat massa jus' got bought by Adobe
The Macro-Tittie just ran dry
I be weepin' like Niobe
I curse, i scream, i spit and cry,
Should i chop my hair off or use a Flowbee?
I feel like i might want do die,
Should i drink hemlock or drink a Sobe?
Oh Ado-be, oh Ado-bay,
I hope i can work in San Jose!

There was once a young fellow from Dorset
who spent most of his day in a corset
  Well, his waist was quite thin
  when the thing was cinched in
and yet, he continued to force it

king of the hill, fool of the vale
men of the plains come to meet for some ale
king down the slope, fool up the grade
a rolling crown rolls its way into the glade

gravity rules in the peaks and the valleys
violence rules in the ring and the alleys
a dagger's a friend and an enemy, too
and every man bleeds when he's stabbed, it is true

ha'-penny doggerel for fail to suck day

X-Ray Haruspex
sees the future
He divines what's coming
from your intestinal nature

No knife needed —
irradiation
is all it takes for
prognostication

X-Ray Haruspex
loves crystal meth;
His portents always
end in death.

Because i could not stop the void
it kindly stopped for me
Around me, virtual particles
were struggling to be free

The event horizon loomed above,
oblivion assured
It sucked in all, including light;
our vision it obscured

Its vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
It sucked a part'cle in!
Its mate, alone, was heard to scream,
"I LIVE!" above the din

What fate awaits the little mote
that's lost in that black hole?
Its information will return
someday; that is, its soul