Aping Our Apologist

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Jane of the Jungle (she’s all good)
charmed our world as Darwin’s daughter.
Anglican primates notwithstood,
her leaky theories held some water.

Streams of ngombe, sacred cows
were celebrated. What were these
to which the simian cosmos bows?
Irrelevant hypotheses.

Selecting great apes (naturally)
Miss Misanthrope researched, with love;
her theories, stated factually,
were hailed as truth from God above.

Hoping for reason, shadowing Man
the graybeards came for tempting fruit
unaware of their part in the plan:
to be used, like tools (but more hirsute).

Termites on a slender stalk
delighted hungry primate souls.
Her ripe bananas were the talk
of primatological controls.

Peeling off; mzungu starkness
starred the Tanzanian night.
Chimping out, she lit the darkness
claiming scientific right.

Sweating out the Tarzan fever,
naming names while hugging apes,
let us, laughing, love and leave her
to her anthropoid escapes.

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King Kong was to film
as bananas are to fruit:
not yet deemed racist.

 

Lawyerspeak

Babylonian
And immediately there fell from his eyes
as it had been scales: and he received sight forthwith . . .       
[Acts 9:18]

When judges decipher what lawyers speak,
offended defendants may leave confused.
Legalese labyrinths capture the weak;
Babylon’s law makes for justice refused.
Enshrined at the ziggurat’s doubtful peak
tyrannic gibberish mocks the accused.
He blinks at the courtroom, bewildered freak
as sentences are uttered unrecused.
Cuneiform marks; codified patter—
who dares define such esoteric terms;
in Heaven’s eyes does it even matter ?
While the sacrificial defendant squirms,
Justice, unblinded, lifts higher the sword 
unscaled eyes beholding—her gaze restored.

Study chimpanzees
if you want to find out more
about humankind.

Smash the Red Square

with the Blonde Wedge !

Russians, Russians EVERYWHERE (especially Maxine W’s head !)

 

Subject of song takes a long drag of Black Russian Sobranie. Exhales into screen.
Long pan-out to nocturnal Moscow skyline.  Protagonist speaks to surveillance camera:

“Hack, hack… ←(cyber-cough). The Kremlin’s gremlins, rootin’ for Putin, play algorithm n’blues and crank out fake news. Meanwhile, democrat moonbats’ media-bots take cheap shots—not Stolichnaya, but Maxine’s unclean waters, dribbling all over Trump and Mother Russia’s noble daughters. Turn on the Alt-Right nightlight: dispel the New Left daydream until the click-baiting Hillary-hating KGB turn on the hi-beam. Gotcha ! GOTCHA !
Now dance Kamchatka… or is maybe hevink other name, the Kossack dance?
I esk Natasha.”

Objective: No Objectives

 

This objective will not be accomplished
through a series of planned action-steps.
This outcome will not be a result
of selectively modifying best practices.
Results-based analysis will not help you.
This objective cannot be achieved
through collaboration with peers
or self-reflecting on past strategies.
There will be no PowerPoint, Prezi, or any other slide show
to unpack this metric.
The new paradigm is an old dead joke.
Outcomes are irrelevant to this objective.

This objective laughs at you
as it explodes in your data-driven bureaucratic face.
Go to hell and take this benchmark with you,
you piece of administrative irrelevance.
There are no more attainable objectives.
SEEK GOD and LIVE.

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IMAGE CREDIT: Hergé, The Seven Crystal Balls

 

The useless Haiku:
silly Japanese verse form.
Formula for dull.