Some people hold heavy burdens
Like life and death decisions,
Billion-dollar investments,
And performing circumcisions.
Other people make choices
Like pooping now or waiting ‘til home,
Which player to start on their fantasy team,
Or which hat color’s best for a gnome.
Both of these groups feel pressure
And both stresses are equally true
But if you’re in the second group, here:
It’s wait, Josh Allen, and blue.
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There once was a guy in a mask
Who had the unenviable task
To violence a villain
To stop them from killin’
And, for money, he thought not to ask.
This guy had a sequel as well
Where things went poorly for a spell.
He lost all his powers
‘’Til the darkest of hours
Before giving a new bad guy hell.
There then was a third movie too
‘Cause execs want more money from you.
What happened? Who knows!
Now let’s make streaming shows
And then reboot the franchise anew!
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Fermented apple juice is cider;
Fermented grape juice is wine;
Fermented grapefruit juice is not a thing
And that is absolutely fine!
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There once was a golden age
When affording things was all the rage.
With an outlook so sunny
We printed more money
And cranked up the minimum wage…
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My wife bakes good things.
Also, she adores fat men.
I am perfect. Yay!
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Somewhere in Nigeria
A prince will die alone
With no one to give his money to
‘Cause you didn’t pick up your phone.
Elsewhere in Nigeria
A different prince will smile
Because the first prince was kind of a dick
And he had it coming for a while.
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Silence of the Lambs
Is a favorite movie of
Many parent sheep
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If the girl next to you had a penis
And you are a girl who did not
Both of you should consider
Whether this is, for you, a good spot.
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They’re remaking Monopoly
For 2026.
You start with $100k in debt
And a subscription to Netflix.
The game doesn’t last very long
‘Cause you can’t afford the rent
And instead of shoes and thimbles
You play as a bench, old car, or tent.
When you pass go you’re given
$1,000 bucks for free
But by the time you spend it
It’s worth $903.
Nobody enjoys it
But you’re mandated to play.
I’ve got a set all set up now
So prepare to be not ok!
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As they flip the sign
“Ninety days since last event”
To zero, I grin…
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