Author: Doug Reighns

I do the dash, from the stock market rash.   I do the cash, I do the news bypass.   I do the sash, I lash around my fore.   I do the mash, I do the monster mash.   I do the pash, I turn the calendar ash.   I do the fash. I […]

Just before Christmas, AI’s romping, robots competing.   Happiness is found between the shops, Where people are standing, Not as wandering flops.   Searching and thinking, what goes next, Where people are working, at what goes best.   People are hoping, for some Christmas cheer, Not the endless rattle, of oppression and fear.   But […]

The pagans might have lost control and christianity might now rule, but times are closing, people choosing, The wealth has all gone moving.   Now not only the one percent, are keeping us stuck and sick and suffing, time to tell caesars cretins, have your coins, your notes and billings.   Hooked on meat wheat and […]

twenty seven of ten, twenty twenty, progress is happening, even if its missed ya.   Today of today’s, I’m seeing clear, the herbs and vitamins, are doing me dear.   I’ll make new words, and test the old, to see what suits, and makes me bold.   Ancient people had their ways, troubled by the […]

Nineteen nine of twenty twenty two, Those that know, are only a few.   The world not flat, the worlds not round, Its bumpy and lumpy, just look at the ground.   Mandelbrot sets, with brownian motion, hope and dreams, that be waking us up again.   Words are real, they convey meaning, but those without […]

The birds and the bees, The flowers and trees, There’s still many hopes, between the you’s and me’s.   Floundering wandering, watching away, today I’ll pray, that progress will stay.   We move in our circles, with squares and lines, hoping and praying, that these are our times.   But do we ever acknoledge, the […]

Ride the golden horse, for things are growing coarse, we might not be high on horse, but the tracks are growing – into a course.   There is fake news, bad advice, While everyone needs to think on it, more than once or twice.   We ride away our days of pain, of memories that […]

Twenty forth of seven, heaven’s the land of plenty. Be it feet or teeth, jowl or bowel, Our bodies are for loving, touching our very soul.   Sure the mind, works its will, but its never cool, to be a dill.   Nice in lamb, alright in beef, but don’t we hate it, when its […]

The Biden bust, The realist rust, We were the land of plenty, But we’ve sold off all and gantry.   Those vested interests, in their magnificent homes, spending their time, with their golden phones.   They’ve ruined and robbed, and pushed us down, cant get a job, that occupies my crown.   My executive function, […]

Third of June and I knew I’d fume. Tests went well with those computers from hell. I ran these tests from across the west, Knowing full well that the distance came from the bell. Remotely controlled muons know how to fold, Pushing and pulling the fermionic fusion. Setting the bits from beyond the twits. Tweets […]