Tiny Sword

Your tiny sword
is a metaphor
that pulses with meaning
as you hold it
in your tiny hand

Embrace
the tininess of the sword
and the hand
and the metaphor

My love for you
is a tiny sword
with a blunt edge

Sharpen it
my love

Sharpen i

To the Power of X

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Apuncalypse

The apuncalypse started on Twitter
then spread through all the social media sites
until it had overwhelmed everyone
even the angry old men who didn’t believe in puns
and the teenagers too awesome for puns
and that one lady who always stared blankly at the barista as he chirped
“It’s pumpkin spice to meet you!”

The world is grimmer now
the streets more dangerous
the math classes less willing to take the names of triangles at face value
and while the resistance fights back
it is far too little
far too late
for the enemy
has already pun

You see
what I did there