Posts Tagged ‘rewrite

10
May
19

You Don’t Bring Me Pleasurrre…Anymorrre

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This one goes out to all you tech heads running this space.

You don’t bring me commeeeents.
You don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiips.

You hardly show me anything helpfulll, anymorrre,
When I log in during the downsiiide of my solituuuude.

I remember when this was all fresh and new;
And, flashing signs promised so many pleasing options.
You used to welcome me with that little light.
Now, I’m lucky if it ever shines.

When it’s good for you, WordPress,
It still sucks for me.

Well, you just roll over;
Roll out your new format
And tell me to update my technology.
Because you don’t bring me pleasurrrre, anymorrrre.

It used to be so simple. [Used to be.]
But, nothing ever is.
Just like breathing in all of the pollution,
Your place is littered with lousy biiiz.

WordPress, I’d say I remember all the things you taught me,
But then, I learned them before yooou.

I learned how followers are often nothing but cons, mindless drones and thieves.
And, how LIKES mean next to nothiiing.

Well, I also learned how to limit my usage
And apply my time to better thiiings.

But, honestlyyy, what are better thiiings?

So, do you think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye?

Because you don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiip.

You don’t confirm my work has valuuue.

And you don’t really bring me pleasurrre…anymorrre.

[But, I’ll still be posting here until divine intervention points me to a better alternative…until the love runs out.]
lyrics by Alan Bergermeister and Nellie Emerald, sung by Barracuda Heartstrings

18
Dec
15

So, This Is Aging…

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As the new year swiftly approaches (those of us who calculate time by the sun), I reflect on the past one and come to this conclusion, tweaking the lyrics of a holiday song.  [I am sure at least some of you know it.]

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So, this is aging…
And, what have you done?
Another year over.
Another has just begun.
A very lousy winter…
Had a break in the rear.
It wasn’t a good one…
Just to make that quite clear.
Spring and summer dragged on…
As recovery tested all.
And, just as the leaves fell…
I took another fall.
A very depressing birthday…
Was swiftly drawing near.
I hoped it would be a good one…
Without snow this year.
And, so it happened.
The sky was gray but flake-free.
I should have been happy.
Instead, I sank in misery.
Now, don’t let your chin fall.
And, send me no “sorries.”
I’ve been here before, ya know.
And, next year, I’ll have more stories.
And, so this is aginnnnnng…
Have a happy new yearrrrr…
Let’s hope it’s a good onnnne…
Without any fearrrr…

Writingbolt’s adaptation of a familiar Christmas tune. 12-13-2015




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