Monday, February 24
They're Making a Comeback
There was a short period where the haiku factory of room C309 halted. The once industrious workers of this sweatshop-like perpetual motion machine paused and decided to pursue faith. They sat attentively [or at least semi-consciously] and listened to a self-professed demi-god. The formerly hardworking peasants of C309 sat with open minds and poised pens, awaiting the self-proclaimed profundity this "God" claimed to bear. They learned one of the many life lessons about faith, in that it is blind and sometimes misleading. After that short hiatus from their fastidious work, they resumed churning out haikus and ignoring this portly, false idol. These are their most recent products:
Brooks waving his fan
He is sweating profusely
it is freezing cold
He gets so worked up
Hist'ry is his stimulus
Mr. Brooks, please calm
He with such passion
oh what emphatic motions
so far overdone
he must know his shit
as he knows German he must
the words he makes up
staring at the neck
of an unwashed tennis dork
who smells of onions
he closes his eyes
says "it's not unusual"
with that cheesy smile
it is amazing
how he manages to kill
history dead twice
History class is
the gefelte fish of life
weee - swimming upstream
I just took his seat
is brandon oto crying?
poor baby, tough shit
grrrr, mumble mumble
eckey eckey pitang zoot
can you repeat that?
blah blah legitimacy
arab nationalism
brooks jargon quote unquote
painful boredom swells
eliot's comments pierce through
itchy layers of Brooks
How soon will this end?
doodle paper's almost full
this class seems infinite
im so very bored
my butt has fallen asleep
i mourn my tushy
