Hitting utilitarianism, deontology and existentialism with a pickleball racquet.

And the pickleballers took over the tennis courts
And the tennis players complained
Louder than the handball players
Who had their courts taken
Louder than the basketball players
Who had their courts taken
And the neighbors near such courts
Who had their peaceful silence taken
And the pickleballers
Now more in number
Have quite the argument.

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Old Bike

Found youIn the shed when I moved inI fixed your broken tireAfter flipping throughA bicycle repair bookNow I ride you around and park youwithout even locking you upbecause you are too free for chains Plus if they take youfrom where i park youin the town squareIt is more their gainthen my lossI like the ideaContinue reading “Old Bike”