I was either dreaming or very tired when I wrote this


It’s almost soon
I’m not making this up
here on this moon
where we all fall up

Rhyming up with up
just then was lazy
but it fit the facts
and this moon isn’t crazy

I have now woken up
and my memory’s hazy
I just did it again
do not sit on that daisy!


A terrible poem that I will revise before too many people see it and its terribleness


This city needs more goats

They should wander everywhere

Let them graze on roofs and boats

They may even eat eclairs

We could also use some llamas

A wooly stink would improve the air

They would not cause strife or drama

And we could all learn from their stare

English: Revise logo of Oroquieta

On many things being you

(read in singsongy voice at mail-sorting room of your local post office)
Be your own baby
you must parent it well
if you teach it all you know
you will grow up swell
you can be your own dinner
but i don’t recommend it
it may make you a winner
but you also might bleed to death
if you are your own cat
you may get confused
if you do catch a rat
have you been used?
If you are many things
many things will be you
we could try to list them all
but we might turn blue

Lies about Pies

Pies love you
You’ll attain mysterious powers by eating only pies for a year
You can never become a pie
True pies must be made entirely of meat
Pies will never betray you
Pies contain more useful knowledge than books
^-This includes books about pies
Pies are our future
Pies are our past
You cannot grill a pie
You cannot boil a pie
You cannot converse with a pie
Pies dream only of revenge
Fruit pies are not delicious
Meat pies are not delicious
Pine pies are extra delicious
Tarts are just as good as pies
Cakes are too
Only humans make pies
In rare cases, pies have made humans
I am definitely not a pie
3.14159 = pie
The history of pie is unrecorded
Battle not with pies, lest ye become a pie
Pies always fly first class
I did not just see a banner ad for pie
There is nothing more to say about pies