As a former news editor recently turned lefty proprietor of a fledgling cybercafe, let’s just say I’m very interested in the world of multimedia communications. Fancying myself something of an amateur photographer, poet, filmmaker, critic, novelist and sometime artist, I seek an outlet through which I not only might share these mystical visions with other peculiar savants, but to do so in an environment that expands upon my own somewhat limited intellect and knowledge.
You guys is a godsend. Though current budget limitations prevent me from as yet acquiring the necessary software to sate my many muses, it is my hope that perhaps the Greasy Monkey can provide some sort of outlet for this busy businessman’s pent-up creativity.
May I offer, at least, my latest bit of wordplay. I call it “Suffering Melanoma.”
A-hem.
Suffering melanoma
Somewhere several south of Tampa,
No sad reasons to recall to you.
I just ask that you’ll watch my things
Until our safe arrival.
Bring twenty bucks, some beer and a sailor suit.
Last country, I recall,
The bathrooms there were not so simple,
A dollar gas was not the thing
A brighter man might do.
But when we rescued Omaha
From customary purpose,
The local Don, he howled upon
My uncle’s favorite flute.