Neanderpundit

serail asshat Roger Ebert finally cacks, raising the collective IQ if the planet a click or two.

Nil nisi bonum ad mortum, I suppose, but the man made me nuts, his opinions about almost everything subjective were pompous and annoying, and his opinions about objective things were always wrong.

At least they waited until he was seventy. I’m sure hell has a whole amusement park for him by now.

Five Days I wrote these verses here
I have twenty five to go
Will I conclude the exercise
or will I drop it on my toe?

I have no lack of words to use
I daren’t write the things I see
I wouldn’t tempt my fleeting muse
to write much detail about me

The things I write I do enjoy
like freeing doves into the sky
I use the language like a toy
though others often wonder why

I love to twist the tigers tail
and make the words do my command
I often find it easier
if there’s a concept close at hand

So meter leave and subject broach
that I might have a better day
For writing rhyme you’ll be my coach
just give me something else to say.