Where Did You Learn To Fry?

POV: It's 1993 and your Wendy's fries are undercooked.

Fiery Chicken Fries

Fiery Chicken Fries

Fiery Chicken Fries,

they're back again at BK.

Haven't had 'em in a while,

so I think I'll get 'em today.

There is some heat to them.

Yes, that much is clear...

but do they bring the flavor?

Well...not quite, I fear.

I found them kind of bland,

yet still, not bad at all...

although the ones I got

were burnt and kind of small.

At four bucks for an eight piece,

it's not a killer deal...

and I would need to get more

for it to be a meal.

They're alright I guess,

six out of ten from me...

Overall I'd say 

they're satisfactory.

Norboplotz

Norboplotz

I came up with a new word,

I made it just today.

That word is "Norboplotz!",

and it's quite fun to say.

What does it mean, you ask?

I haven't the slightest clue...

I just like to try it out

and see what people do.

I shout "Norboplotz!"

everywhere without a care.

I yell it all day at work,

and spin in my office chair.

I write it as graffiti

on the wall in the park.

I scream "Norboplotz!" at night,

which causes dogs to bark.

Of course, it makes people mad.

They think that I'm insane...

but it's just my way of rebelling

against the mundane.

C'mon, you should try it too!

Making new words is fun...

though if you shout them out loud,

you might get beat up a ton.

A Toad In My Abode

A Toad In My Abode

There's a toad in my abode,

hoppin' around the floor.

I don't know how it got in,

perhaps from under the door?

Or maybe from the toilet,

or maybe from the sink.

How did that toad get in my abode?

It really makes me think.

So I scooped the bugger up,

and quickly tossed him out...

but when I came back inside I found

another one hoppin' about.

I took that one outside too,

and threw it against a tree.

How do these toads get in my abode?

It's quite a mystery.

The Amaze Gaze

The Amaze Gaze

This piece, entitled The Amaze Gaze, debuted at the Pretentia museum in Zurich a few weeks ago. It depicts one's amazement with something new...perhaps akin to when an extraterrestrial first gazes upon the many different beverages available at a Race Trac.

 

Dis-orient-ed

I suppose it does.

Screamboat Willie

Screamboat Willie

There's a mouse in your house

with a big butcher knife.

He's gonna hunt you down

and end your frickin' life.

His copyright expired,

so now he's going nuts–

breaking into people's homes

and carving out their guts.

He's dressed in black and white,

but his favorite color's red.

He'll paint the walls with your blood–

oh yes, you'll soon be dead!

He'll whistle a happy tune

as you scream out in pain,

and it's all 'cause Steamboat Willie

is now public domain.