Friday, January 21, 2011

Combatwords January 21, 2011: Simpletons

Combatwords January 21, 2011: Simpletons

Not all simpletons are stupidtons. I know this because I'm a connoisseur of genius. I enjoy the scatterbrains, hardasses, high performing genius, but actually despise one category: the simpletons. These are the people who run cutting edge research labs, dominate business in your area, teach school to children—simpletons aren't inherently dangerous, but when society uses them improperly, disaster is not far away. Life is complicated, but they seek to apply Occam's Razor like it was the latest Gospel of Jesus. So pick a simpleton, write about one, their origins; whatever.

Combat Expiration: 12am PST, 1/24/2011

*NEW* Critique Expiration: 12am PST, 1/26/2011

Bonuses/Penalties: +2 if posted by 9pm PST, 1/21/2011, +1 if posted by 12am PST 1/22/2011, -1 if posted by 6am PST 1/24/2011, -2 if posted by 12pm PST 1/24/2011.

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  1. Pragmatist Mocks You [CombatWords Poem, January 21, 2011]

    A tiger doesn't read, nor should you.
    An airplane just wants parts, fuel, hangers—
    You cannot fly words, song or laughter.
    Deny with magic, cast spells, curses;
    You've nothing better: your life's wasted.

  2. Boxed

    This is my god and I carry him round
    I keep him boxed so he's easily found

    Given to me when I was a young fool
    Learned about boxes in parochial school

    All life's questions are all answered for me
    in a book the box factory gives away free

    I go through life with their words on my lips
    My mind is in neutral so my tongue often slips

    Many a man will let his god run around
    I know this behavior is truly not sound

    My god kicks and screams and tries to get out
    but he's safer in there I have little doubt

    I'd let him out but I'm afraid I'd abhor
    life with a god that's not in cardboard