Beats, music, timing, words, emotion. From the Wordpress description of a category: “You might have a Jazz category, and under that have children categories for Bebop and Big Band.” This is all Jazz, baby…
This parody is based on the top-polling 2016 Presidential candidates at the time of writing. (To the tune of “We Will Rock You” by Queen) Trump Trump, Jeb! (Replaces foot stomp and hand clap rhythm)Trump Trump, Jeb! Neurosurgeon Doctor Benjamin Carson,Carly Fio-ri-na and Ted Cruz You got Mike Huck-a-bee And Rick SantorumTelling Chris Christie to lay […]
This parody was written for one of our team members at work when she left the company leaving behind some ongoing projects. It contains references to projects and vendors specific to our job, so some things may not make sense. (To the tune of “99 Problems” by Jay-Z) If you’re having time problems I feel
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I wrote this on my 40th birthday. If I turned forty today how would I feel? As a youth in times of Noah? As an old man in ancient Rome?Maybe I would feel “middle aged”, (As these days it’s commonly known)? If I turned forty today what would happen? Perhaps some morbid reflection; Regret of
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This parody was written after a weekly meeting that usually runs for a long time ended pretty quickly. With the unexpected time on my hands I suppose I could have gotten some work done, but instead I wrote this. (To the tune of “American Pie” by Don McLean) A long, long time ago I can
For a project at work we kept a dashboard of tasks, due dates, and a color status depicting how on track we were to meet the deadline. Green meant that things were on target, yellow meant that there were potential issues that would put us behind, and red meant that we had missed the deadline.
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This was written for the kids to get them to eat broccoli. (To the tune of the chorus in “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga) What’s green and shaped like a treeAnd fills our mouths up with glee?It is that awesome veggieWe call bro-cco-li! We eat it up for a snack,We eat it up at
A little ditty written after getting a little annoyed by the process and procedures for any changes implemented in response to the SOX legislation. (To the tune of “Another Brick in the Wall (Part II)” by Pink Floyd) We don’t need no Unit Test Case.We don’t need no B-R-S. [Ed. Business Requirements Specification]No dark audit
These are lyrics to a song; a song for which I have long forgotten the melody. It’s not real (But it is)A cloak of knowingRests on my head Life and death Sounds of truth In the crowd Speak to wisdom Spin me a tune (Spin me a tune) I want to die But I don’t…I
The paper cup,drained, discarded,buffeted aboutby indifferent winds.Its purpose in life,the relief it gave,now forgotten–a snapshot in time.The final fallwith laughter in parting.Its concrete bed,an uncaring grave.Longing to be,quench thirst once again.But who wants to drinkfrom a dirty used cup? Aimless direction,a jungle of death.The crisscrossing pathspinning out of control.Glimpses of painwe try to avoid,while high
I said, “hello,”What was her answer–A look of distrust;A look of distain. What will she proveWith that icy stare?That I am unworthyTo help raise our kids? I said, “hello”;She didn’t reply.The look on her faceWas answer enough. Am I a fraud;An unworthy man?For over eight yearsAn uncaring rapist? I said, “hello,”An innocent word.One only utteredFor
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