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Mash Hash Smash

Mash Hash Smash
To all the Larries of the world
the Joes, the Jims, the Steves
A shout out, much respect, you have unfurled.
datagandhi
Mash
First create a mash, an aggregated stash
Cross Domain platforms , the blurring of silo edges,
Intra department rivalries have no place in Klaatus world
Create a mash-up , shut up and draw
Do not swallow your own FUD in AAker’s brand indentity trap
Cognitive Bias leads to agency conflict
Ignore the little guys who bond in dorms at your peril,
Statistically the young still have more time than the boomers
to adapt , to change, to nurture the trees that stood for 300 million years

Hash
Congratulations, you got some money
Enjoy the lunch, the San  Fransisco strip pubs, attention
Working furiously as the launch date approaches
Dont leave your prototype when you schmooze
remember your hommies and bro
Nice people last nice products have faltered
Everyone hates pompous software marketing
Create a hash tag in your blog
make title tag both tweet optimized  and web search crawl able
If you are good to the search engine
It being fair will reward you well
On the internet phonies don’t last except in bubbles

Smash
When the economy is down is a good time to hire top talent at negotiable rates
When the economy is up is a good time to move from naive sales forecast models
The ego of the CEO is less valuable than the death of an elephant
Elephants dont dance but peacocks do
Use Fear Doubt Uncertainty selectively
Karma revolves FUD PIE on your face
be generous to schools you didnt study in
The poor have a right to college in India and China
Your medicine costs 1/10 th in Asia
Outsource but dont betray your nation
Outsource everything except your pride
Enjoy the show, welcome to the ride

This Is It

IN HONOR OF HIS MUSIC and the release of This Is It A RE HASH POEM I WROTE WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON died but His music lived on.

GOODBYE MIKE

Goodbye King of Pop Adios

An entertainer’s entertaining has come to stop

Moonwalking gloved and much beloved

Band of brothers 5 and Janet’s too

Dad of three and Husband of Two


Thriller was off the wall

Music Videos were so addictive

Almost Dangerous and Bad

Almost making Unbreakable History

Before fading sudden and plasticly aging

papparazi and unproven dark shadows chasing

Well then Mr.death is the only cure

To the fishbowl we  the world,

we put you in

hoping for one last toe straight spin

Knowing Michael , Entertain  heaven above

Pearly gates await the one with white glove

Duet with Elvis and dance with Diana

Be a kid like the way you always wanna

Do android hackers tweet about electric sheep?

Here is a very amusing site where bunch of hackers discuss black hat techniques to game social media- they meet in the MJ website. LOL

Thats actually the official MJ website. (also see my Poem on MJ at

https://decisionstats.com/2011/04/29/tribute-to-michael-jackson/

and https://decisionstats.com/2009/12/01/obama-and-mj-on-history/)

But back to the funny twitter gamers

http://www.michaeljackson.com/us/node/703109

MICHAEL JACKSON YOU ARE OVER THE STATUS UPDATE LIMIT. PLEASE WAIT A FEW HOURS AND TRY AGAIN.

Color

once in a blue moon
you may experience a black day
out of the blue
your plans and your blueprint will falter

your blue blood is no longer a guarantee
for continued red carpets and
being born to the purple no cure
to never feeling blue

you may blanche,turn pale, show a yellow liver,
you may be caught in an area so grey,
your face grows red in surprise,
your friends declare you a white elephant,
your friendship terminated without a pink slip,
a black sheep, with the balance sheet in red

wait till it snows
for white Christmas to come
for the white lies to fade
soon spring will be here
greener pastures, still waters beckon
to a world of color not just black and white.

Divorced Reality

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if I could just shut my eyes tight
escape the world for a while I might
me and my divorced reality
enhanced by enfeebled diminished mortality

must come to terms with this news
having played my cards I accept and lose
surrender asunder to all those events
over whom i have no power to peruse

take a gun and shoot me in the head
watch me twitch until I am dead
perhaps that would gladden those estranged
historical affection now much deranged

melancholy I must reminiscence I will
to sleep perchance one more pop a pill

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The Lover: A Poem


The Lover

Your emerald eyes,

Like dewdrops glistening on green grass.

The shine in them,

Is like the twinkling of the stars.

You’re ivory skin,

Reminds me of the moonlight.

Like a gorgeous lily

Colored in silvery white.

Your sunkissed hair,

Blowing gently in the breeze.

I do not look long,

My breath may freeze.

You’re sideways glance,

As sharp as a knife.

Like a Greek goddess or a marble sculpture,

Brought to life.

Your poise, your grace,

Guides my moving pen.

Your beauty brings out,

The poet within.

The tinkle of your soft voice remains in my ears,

Long after you are long gone.

Your memory drives me crazy,

Makes me want to break out in a song.

 

 

Alas, my dear

I am in love with your beauty

But not with you.

This sounds like an obsession,

For this love is not true.

I am a passionate man,

With much passion to spare.

As soon as you leave my thoughts,

Someone else is already there.

 

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