An Ode to Pretentiously Esoteric Novelty (March 27 2017)

 My skull is so dense,

It has caused a space-time rift.

So now there is a black hole,

Where my brain used to exist

I am an epistemological vacuum.

All I do is consume and consume.

My skull is so dense, nothing penetrates.

Yet my black hole brain, lets nothing escape.

Some say I know something

(It is a black hole yes?)

Some say I know nothing

(It is a black hole yes?)

What does my black hole brain say?

Abs-hole-lutely nomething.

(That’s tmesis by the way)

I guess at the end of this long day,

There’s one thing left to convey.

This is just metaphorical babble,

Of a condition astronomical.

The beauty of parody is that no matter how terrible the work is, it still achieves it's effect.