The premise of my new poem 'After the Next

The premise of my new poem 'After the Next Word: Nothing' is a complete lie and we all know it but you're going to buy it anyway. I really need the money. Boats are not free.

Many, however, did not appreciate spending $16 for a title and 32 blank pages. Others began to refer to him as the John Cage of Poets. A few spoke of a secret page 33.

Some even segued into whole doctoral theses on Cage's influence in the gaming industry, citing the overly average character in Mortal Combat as an extreme move to the avant garde.

Our new game had to beat out the old ideas. We gave the characters new skins featuring horror themes. Eight eyed beings with no mouth or nose & long serrated blood encrusted claws

, kind of like Auntie Viv, but with less blood. Another character for our game was deathly pale, wore a long cloak, and carried a scythe. Its crimson eyes burned like hot coals

and bright green ooze dripped from behind its pointed teeth. It was inspired by my uncle Jerry after the incident at the power plant. We added in a few more characters, including

a dancing bear-man with the tail of a beaver who enjoyed long walks on the beach and sipping pineapple soa out of a coconut. We named him Steve. He was always my favourite.

But childhood memories of happier times are not going to sustain our living. It's time for us to go to work and earn money. I can't always dwell on silly things like dancing bear

-s, but when I have a job, I can imagine grizzlys kicking up their hairy feet in a chorus line, while simultaneously making big bucks at the expense of my boss. The Mordor account

stated similarly in their most recent issue. It was globally recognized for decades to come because of the absurdity of such a job, and the breakthrough in technology.