Look Ma, I'm a Writer!

There is a saying that goes: When racing in the C-Town Circuit, never, ever race against a local. You will lose the lead as fast as you will lose your money. The most dreaded drivers on the streets today all hail from the C-Town.

Some say the C-Town drivers have superior skills behind the steering wheel. Almost as if they can control their cars with their thoughts alone.

But truth is, the C-Town racers are not better drivers.

They just have faster cars.

Their engines have at least a hundred horsepower-advantage over the other ordinary stock engines.

That's because in the ninth month of the ninth year of the second millenium, a great deluge destroyed and drowned the entire C-Town. No cars were spared in that tragedy. Entire engines went underwater.

Thus, all the C-Town cars had their engines overhauled, with some slight modifications from the master mechanics.

And that is why, in a street race, a C-Town Racer will always finish first, and will always leave you behind, blinded by a cloud of dust.


*inspired by The Great Flood of '09, 26 Sep 2009

When God said,
"All in",
I called His
bluff because
I had a
full house.

As I put all my chips
in the pot, I
decided to ask God
a question that's
been bothering
me for a long time.

I asked, "God,
I understand why
You destroyed the cities
of Sodom and Gomorrah.
But why,"
asked I,
"did you deliver a deluge that drowned
my quiet little provincial town,
when the souls of my townsfolk
are not even half as dirty
as the caramel-brown
filthy floodwaters (filled
with the wastes
and urine of all urban
life forms) You
sent to sink their spirits
and float their furniture?
Why must you
destroy those who
don't deserve to die?"

To which God
answered, "Because
life is like
poker. You
never know
what you're
going to get."

And with that, God
smiled, showed
His hand
(a straight flush),
and then
claimed all the chips
as spoils of victory,
while I just
sat silently and stared into space.


*inspired by The Great Flood of '09, 26 Sep 2009

The next time
you feel
like killing your-
self,
try taking a
ride down a
raging river.
Hopefully, you
will realize
that you are
definitely no
messiah, and you
are not even better off
than that
insect that can
walk on water;
and You are
nothing but
an insignificant piece
of flotsam,
totally powerless
against the
mighty, mighty
current
of life.


*Conception: Cagayan de Oro river, 30 Aug 2009.

Slick Spider spit
out a strand
of a lie.

Then he realized that
spitting lies was good.

So he
spit some
more strands
of lies,
and continued spitting them out,
until it became one huge web.

Then he wanted to
spit some
more, but the
web became too
sticky; Slick Spider
could no longer
get out.

He was trapped
in his own web.

And as he
tried to
spit some
more, he slowly
covered himself up, and
slowly suffocated
in his own spit.

Such is the sad, sad story of Slick Spider.


*Children's poem