Mr. Hebdo Gave me a Wedgie.

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Mr. Hebdo sat on my head and wouldn’t stop pulling my beard,
How could I hold to my lovely distraction when dealing with something so weird?
Mr. Hebdo laughs like an imp who spills all the drinks on the floor,
Ruining carpets and taking a toll on my sanity just like a bore.

Mr. Hebdo, why do you make my life such such a notable pain?
How can you live with yourself when it’s all you can do just to drive me insane?
Mr. Hebdo patted my back and brought me back down to the Earth,
Bade me to look out the window to see all the neighbors inflated with worth,

Mr. Hebdo gave me a wedgie only to help me to see,
How that we need to be brought down a peg, and he whispered “Je suis Charlie.”

My First Literary Review

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I’d like to try my first review,
A little novel full of passion,
The novel little work’s not new,
I think it has some real traction,

The author’s Earnest Hemingway,
Although perhaps it really isn’t,
Although, it’s got a lot to say,
Not all of it is very pleasant,

The first part seems a quite benign,
Homage to that ol’ Willy Loman,
Suggests we everyday resign,
To silly crass commercialism,

The second part shoots from the hip,
And shows the characters’ relations,
Although we only get a glimpse,
Not knowing of the books intentions,

The last part struck me to the core,
I could not ever see it coming!
It sent me sprawling to the floor,
My soul was rent, my heart sent running,

The author’s careful with his prose,
With no intent to waste description,
And seems to think the reader knows,
The truth of plot and folk sans mention,

Not like some books which spines we bend,
I note the theme is not apparent,
Until we reach the very end,
I guess that’s like a painful present,

I cannot help but recommend,
This little tome for you, the reader,
An easy read from start to end,
A patient read, that’s not too eager.

The Work In Question