What do you put on a resume
To get one of those jobs
Where you sit behind a desk
With zero buttons or knobs
And fail to acknowledge customers
Because you’re so darn busy
Watching YouTube with subtitles
And gossiping about Lizzy ?
I’m Going To Get Fired For This One…
Meritocracy
Is what happens when you give
White kids scholarships.
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Who’da Guessed?
In the fictional hero’s journey
An opportunity appears
For an ordinary person
To overcome their fears,
To set out on adventure
And become a better man.
In reality, however,
They usually bomb Iran.
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Origins Of Chess
There once was a man with a horse
That would not walk straight without force.
Inspired by this thought
The horse was soon shot
And the man made a board game instead.
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What An Improvement!
AI is a tool
Like search engines without ads.
Also, it has ads.
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When They Won’t Sing The Last Song Until Dean What’s-His-Face Reiterates For The Fourth Time What An Honor And privilege It Is To Congratulate His Colleague On A Career That Has Been Rewarding In So Many Innumerable Ways, Among Which Are…
There once was a director of the choir
Who, after 50 years, decided to retire.
His boss gave a speech
Of such momentous reach
That I had no choice but to open fire.
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Elon? Any Ideas?
They say there’s a place for everything
And everything should go in its place.;
My only question is how to efficiently
Send all the lawyers to the vacuum of space.
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There’s A Colonel Of Truth Here…
In the civil war, a soldier fled
Across the Kentucky border,
Seeking to preserve his life
By disobeying his orders.
But when he crossed he found himself
On more unfriendly soil.
The deserter was taken hostage
And executed with boiling oil.
I don’t blame you if this story
Might make you quake or sicken,
But its moral is important:
How Kentucky fried the chicken.
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Formative Experiences
When the film’s PG-13
But there are boobies on the screen
You rule the world as but a teen…
‘Cause the script demanded it, know what I mean?
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Online Dating (An Impressionist Retrospection)
Egg salad sandwich
Bathing in the midday sun
Wanting to be loved
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The Daily Travesty 