Weiting poetry
Is something not to do
When driving down the higheay
At around 102
And yet it makes a great excuse
For lazy guys like me
To not edit my tpoes
Before I publish what you see.
Right Brain, Left Brain
Cubists make square art.
Architects just nod and smile
Then make rectangles.
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Extra Rigor
Played Jenga at work.
Got fired. Well, okay. The morgue
Will run without me.
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Also, If Anyone Knows How To Do Affiliate Marketing, Please Help Me Pay For The Lawyers?
I bought these things on Amazon
That turn your fire blue.
You throw a little packet in
And the flames change shades. It’s true!
But apparently my wife found them
And thought I was a liar
And I made the mistake of requesting
That she “dye in the fire”.
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When In Doubt, Honeydew Not
If you eat some fruit that’s mushy
It’ll put a fire in your tushy.
If you think that it will not…
I’m writing on the pot.
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The Consequences of Social Media Engagement
There once was a reader named collectionspeedyae66825e51
Who cut the wire on my post from two days ago and now it’s done…
Tomorrow looks at the news
And see what collectionspeedyae66825e51 did choose,
But for now I’m going to collectionspeedyae66825e5 RUN!
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Historically Possible
The Samurai saw a leather hat
With bills to block the sun
And said (probably in Japanese)
“That does not look so fun.”
So the cowboys took it
And thus the West was won
And I would wisely wager
That’s why the Samurai are done.
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Supervillains In The Time Of Social Media
So no one pressed the button
And no one cut the wire
And the number of both tocks and ticks
Is growing ever higher
And I’ve haggled and I’ve cackled
And liked, shared, and commented
But my existential ticking threat
Has in no psyche cemented.
I’m once again tequesting
That you face a villainous choice:
Press the button or cut the wire.
Go on and raise your voice!
That’s all for now my puny foes
And future grimly-oppressed.
Now I’m off to my one-bedroom lair
To scheme and be despressed
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True Or False
Tick…tock…tick…tock…tick…
Will you cut the red wire
Or press the button?
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Earth 2026: It’s In The Game
I think that God has outsourced
The world to EA Games
‘Cause every year the same stuff breaks
But just with different names,
The upgrades aren’t what we request
And some good features get lost
Yet somehow we get nothing
That explains the rising cost.
A year or so ago this thought
Would seem a funny meme
But current events might indicate
It’s truer than it seems…
A world that’s run by CEOs
That, year after year, never change?
Now I’m convinced this theory
Isn’t really all that strange.
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The Daily Travesty 