I used to worship π, but now
My math allegiance is to τ.
This manifesto by Mike Hartl
Is the reason. It’ll startle
You if you’re an old pi-guy
Like I was, but there’s twice the pie!
Frogs don’t give you warts.
Warts aren’t handed out, they’re earned!
All my drinks are green! What’s nice is
None of them have pumpkin spice. As
Flavor favors, that suffices.
Today’s the day! Or maybe it
Was yesterday? I’ve missed a bit
Between my first and seventh cup
Of coffee. When did I get up?
On Saturday I went to bed
Completely comfy, rested, fed,
But something happened overnight
And since, it’s been, well, not quite right.
There’s something I forgot to do.
I think. Or not. Was it with you?
Did we agree to meet for lunch?
Oh, wait, it’s Sunday! Was it brunch?
Or is it Sunday? I don’t know.
I have a job, but didn’t go,
I’m ninety…eighty…percent sure.
My wife says I was here with her
Between her first and seventh nap…
I hate this daylight savings crap.
When critics carped that W.
Was worst, I’d ask them, “Surely, you
Recall the horrors Tricky Dick
Inflicted on us?” In the thick
Of Donald Trump’s dominion, though,
I can’t dispute we’ve reached a low
Congrats, DT: You broke the floor!
The depths you’ve plumbed make Nixon’s bummers
Almost quaint…and he had plumbers!
Nixon showed a sense of shame;
I doubt The Donald feels the same.
Chagrin afflicts the self-aware.
For Trump, there’s simply no “there” there,
Like California, per Ms. Stein.
Your views may vary; this one’s mine.
When I dance, I dance
Like nobody’s watching me
(If they peek, I stop)