Poems from Ricemaster Supreme
I like to cartoon, I engage in the lost art of "reading for fun", and I like writing humor or satire. If you can't tell by my profile picture, I like rice.
Long days in the summer breeze.
Moving through the days with ease.
Go on, open up a lawn chair.
Breathe that crisp, clean air.
With every...
This movie’s getting old.
The copyright must be sold,
For what shall we do,
To make something almost new?
Yet keep it the same,
Familiar to...
The atmosphere is still.
The humidity is hanging.
The guillotine’s blade will,
Cut the air as heat is regaining,
It’s foothold in the...
Whence of course you cannot find,
The words of which to describe,
An inexplicable and unpredictable,
So strangely unthinkable.
When you’ve...
The frigid air arrived like a stranger in the night. An unwanted stranger at that. Knocking at my door, knocking at my window. I pull the...