Due to recent episodes of volatility displayed by the Granola Poet, he's had to be put under heavy sedation. And unfortunately this course of treatment has had a detrimental effect on G.P.'s creativity. So we are suspending this blog indefinitely.
Please refer to The Tao of Fred for status updates and spiritual guidance.
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“Three-eyed monster”
In the air that you breathe and the water you drink
I infuse every thought though you might hardly think
That with three simple letters I’d wield any sway
But my standing is firm: where I start I will stay
An invaluable servant so hungry for praise
I’m the handle you need when you open a phrase
Entirely definite, sure of myself
I lurk in the shadow, a creature of stealth
With invisible fingers I point like the Lord
An article of faith but don’t take my word
A pariah perhaps in the People’s Republic
But stateside you’ll see that I speak for the public
A commoner character never you’ll find
In “Ulysses” fourteen thousand nine hundred times
My tee-aitch might trouble a tongue now and then
When foreigners’ palates are pressed to the skin
They trip on their teeth and come landing like duh
Which sometimes is rightfully rhyming with the
While sometimes you’ll hear that I’m rhyming with me
Such are the hurdles and secrets of The
