As the old saw says,
We learn from our mistakes,
I gotta be
"The Smartest Guy Around,"
For I've made drawers-full of errors
And created a cottage industry
Of books that were written
To right the things that I got wrong...
Sailing west to go east, talking pictures,
Glacial melt, flying taxis, ankle monitors.
Learning from all the mistakes I made
I'm once again,
"The Smartest Guy Around."
And, though, I'll make future mistakes
About Artificial Intelligence, blockchain,
Flying taxis, big data, etcetera,
I'll hire a host of folks
To true up the muddle
Of my new mistakes
And keep myself
"The Smartest Guy Around."
A kitten transported
By the nape of its neck
In the mouth of a cat named Caesar...
Means the well-being of the kitten
was up to a moody, inscrutable cat.
Thumbs up or thumbs down,
We, breathless, awaited
The will of the cat.
Reciting a fact,
If I'm not mistaken,
By which he meant, I rarely am...
A smug conceit...
So I checked him quick
Hail to thee,
Miss Allison P.,
Who rescued me
From standing on line at the DMV
To replace a license
That fell from the safety of my wallet,
Evidently dreaming of a carefree life
On its own.
But it was corralled by Allison P.
Before it got too far from me
And resides once again
In an acetate window,
Blissfully glancing at the world beyond,
Whenever I open my wallet.
Now is the time to relax and enjoy
The benefits of a warming planet...
Balmy Canadian winters,
The tinder-burst of California forests,
The creep of high tides into Miami living rooms.
Sunscreen will now start at SPF 500
And be layered as thick as mayonnaise,
Since waves of UV rays come in
Through an ozone dome as thin as Saran.
Benefits, though, there likely will be...
Frying eggs on a Honda's hood,
Cooking corn without a stove,
Heating swimming pools
So hot you can't swim in 'em,
And broiling sidewalks,
So hot you can't walk on 'em.
Golf'll only be played at night;
Baseball and football will be played
In vast subterranean stadia,
Dug in places where permafrost once was.
And won't we be thrilled to have warm beer again...
Since bars will be hot as cracked earth in Death Valley,
And 'frigid' will be dropped from the dictionary.
There is no inconsistency,
In loving your doctor,
With apparent glee...
A week without him
Is a good week, indeed.
Morty Ersatz was
Given that he promised kith and kin
That he would give up his daily beer,
But couldn't imagine
They'd hold him to it.
And Shaver Chesney was
But given his strong chin and light blue eyes,
He, immodestly, smiled and even winked
At his reflection in the mirror.
Pretty Betty Garrity,
Had good impulses,
But sometimes, silly girl, she responded
With smiles and more
To the most inane sweet talk and flattery.
Honest, Modest and Virtuous
Are wonderful qualities, clearly...
But are tarnished a tad,
When modified by...
Mostly, Somewhat and Nearly.
Silence doesn't have to be shattered
Or gunning a Harley,
Or the shriek of a tree saw,
When a whisper will do it quite nicely.
A handful of poets win a Pulitzer Prize,
Fewer still are lionized,
But none are comfortably monetized.
The Goddess of Lying and Deceit,
The four most two-timing words
In the English language...
"It didn't mean anything".