The Rubayatt of Robert the Nuke

The Rubaiyatt of Omar Khayyam

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
.....
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is Paradise enou.

The Rubaiyatt of Robert the Nuke

On Occasion of Chinese New Year and also St Valentines Day

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Awake! For morning in the Eastern sky
Illuminates for all to look and pry.
The balm of night has now gone cold and dry,
And spirits wan like guttered candles lie.

Stand up! For millions cannot see
This pillar of society, like a tree,
Or mountain, shrugging off its scree.
Then float aloft in strangulated glee.

Our lives are linked in Gordian knots of rope
Like mountaineers that scrabble on the slope;
We would cut loose the ones who cannot cope.
The sword of Alexander is my hope.

John and Janet play their silly games
Send Valentines omitting any names.
Their letters lost in labyrinthine lanes,
The indirection stalls their only gains.

A rainy day, a takeaway pilau,
A glass and dozen cans of Lowenbrau,
A fast PC, an ISP, and now,
My basement room is paradise enou.

Around us stand the darkened towers of hate,
And cypress trees that demarcate our fate,
And parody our upright futile state,
Like Triffids they seem closer by of late.

Our missives made the Internet's refrain,
But Lorem Ipsum was our best attain.
Our energy and life blood fill the drain,
The tent is struck and on the baggage train,
The sun that rose, now feebly sinks again.