Good evening meta,
good night discourse,
Sit still, and Listen
for the universal pieces, but
For a full bodied
Explanation: this morning—with a 1am big mac, at McDonalds—I wrote this silly poem you just read. It was too long to put into one post. So instead I broke it up for you, like a mother cuts up her children’s meat. I would actually love to hear what you thought of it—along with some of my other work.
You see, I’ve got this theory that some brains turn to mulch whenever they see an elongated verse. On the other hand, some of us have learnt to chew our steak. nevertheless, here at theinkjester.com I am committed to helping you chew your food.
Thank you for reading this frightfully silly appendix.
May the ink well never run dry,