By Bud Koenemund
A bit of serious silliness in the name of my friend, teacher,
and Master sonneteer, Mr. William Shakespeare.
If ‘twere true I did actually say
But half the shite attributed to me
With Internet memes, the count of my plays
Would blossom from 38 to 50.
Although I invented some two thousand
Words and phrases – simply plucked from thin air –
And our language by my hand did expand,
I beg thee friends, cease, keep peace, and forbear
To disgrace my work with thy online faults;
Rather, praise the right author’s creation,
And spare my reputation these assaults,
Which in the soul engender frustration.
I wish a plague
upon those who would dare
Disturb
my genius with such prose impaired.
31 January 2015
Shakespeare and the Internet
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25 January 2015
You Say You Want a Revolution?
By Bud Koenemund
For the tired, the poor, the huddled masses.
Despite the wishes of those in power,
This revolution will be televised.
The poor; sick; starving masses who cowered,
Will no longer accept a genocide
Of economic strangulation, while
Beings who possess so much continue
Demanding more – even as they revile
Souls suffering in need. Flesh and sinew
Will awaken; spirits rise ‘bove contempt;
The angry will be heard; the hungry fed,
And homeless housed when we find redemption
In helping others ‘long a path all tread.
This world will emerge, better than it was,
When every man’s fate becomes our cause.
For the tired, the poor, the huddled masses.
Despite the wishes of those in power,
This revolution will be televised.
The poor; sick; starving masses who cowered,
Will no longer accept a genocide
Of economic strangulation, while
Beings who possess so much continue
Demanding more – even as they revile
Souls suffering in need. Flesh and sinew
Will awaken; spirits rise ‘bove contempt;
The angry will be heard; the hungry fed,
And homeless housed when we find redemption
In helping others ‘long a path all tread.
This world will emerge, better than it was,
When every man’s fate becomes our cause.
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