Big Guy
I control the algorithm –
hear the knocking at the gate?
Ask me and it might be given –
you may serve to stand and wait.
You’ve quite enough upon your plate
just trust me with the algorithm.
I aim skyward, I shoot straight,
nothing else between us and heaven.
Here’s to you who think you rate:
Toe the line or die unshriven.
The lot of you can stand and wait.
I control the algorithm.
Apostrophe
Right-wing radical
sin of omission
or are you showing
hypersuppression?
Best kept in place
once counted quaint
you’re often caught hinting
at that which you ain’t
Skippin’ ‘n’ dancin’
all ‘round the page
age-old source of
proofreaders’ rage
Sometimes reduced
to merely a hint –
who would have thought
there was so much life in ’t?
