Another 5am poem
Here’s something I just wrote.
The Geek
‘Twas late one night, a-front of a screen,
The Geek sat staring in wonder.
Gazing at his ancient code,
Tearing its meaning asunder.
Through nests so deep, he’d clickédly creep,
With frown and smile and worry.
His past illusions, and logic delusions,
Rapidly hacked in a hurry.
But lo! What finds he in this mess,
of gross callipygious chaos?
A sole shining line, a stanza sublime!
Written as if by Rex Deus!
The Geek, he gran*, his task was complete.
The tops of his eyes felt like lead.
He slowly withdrew, and finished his Bru,
And hastened his way into bed.
*imperfect tense of grin?