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Pyramids: Primeval Percussion Palaces

Before the phrase “More Cowbell”

Took the world by storm

Egyptians had a fever

And only could stay warm

By making a great replica

Of the instrument they’d dangle;

And they shouted in Egyptian

“I need some more triangle!”

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It’s Not In Their Nature

If you toss a baby bird in water

It will probably die.

If you toss a fish from a nest

It will not learn to fly.

If you’re nice to someone rude

They’ll likely stay a jerk,

Yet the government employs people

And thinks that they will work?

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It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, You Know?

Some people fear that God fellow.

Some people fear that Devil guy.

I fear the one who actually prefers

The toilet paper with just one ply.

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Sir Alec Guinness, Ladies and Gents

There once was a guy named Obi

Whose surname was, weirdly, Kenobi.

Then this kid came along…

“Do you know Obi-Wan?”

And he was like “Of course I know me!”

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There once was a trooper, unnamed,

Who sought droids with data untamed,

But Obi’s like “Pu-lease!

“You ain’t looking for these.”

Only later trooper thought “I got gamed.”

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There one was a giant black guy

Who had a death star in the sky.

Obi met him one day

And was like “Ani! Hey!”

And then Obi-Wan’s like, “Guess I’ll die.”

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An Homage To Salvatore Garau

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Hence, The Dictionary

When you really think about it

All language came about

Because some caveman somewhere

Thought “Maybe I should shout

“A bunch of random nonsense,”

And someone from out of town

Thought “That would make a boring book;

“I’d better write it down!”

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Remembering Amy

It doesn’t feel like a weight

But absence of a lightness;

Hours of Summer all around

And still the day lacks brightness.

A patch of graying sunlight shines

Where once there sat a friend;

I smile at it with broken lips,

And think about her end.

Scratches on the furniture

Once hidden I reveal;

I empty out the litterbox

And her uneaten meal.

I stand beside her scratching post

Without the words to say

The thanks, the pain, the memories,

And so instead I pray.

It doesn’t feel like relief

When I can breathe once more;

It isn’t warm when sunlight gray

Turns orange just like before.

But as a friend who made me smile

Returns to dust again

Her spirit naps within me

As it always has. Amen.

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When You Pull On A Hangnail It Starts Bleeding

“Sometimes it feels

Like I am the undead,

A decaying body

Kept alive by a head

That is absent of thoughts,

Knowing nothing but pain

Until I can feast

On a life once again.

Some people despise me

For they think I’m a devil,

Depraved, dirty, lesser,

And not on their level.”

The doctor just smiled

And he asked me again:

“How much does it hurt,

From a 1 to a 10?”

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Still Cheaper Than Student Loan Forgiveness

Somebody ought to make a theme park

Inspired by loneliness

And they only let one person in at a time,

And that one guest

Who feels sad and miserable and alone

Gets to ride roller coasters

And skip all the lines

And there’s no trash or noise

Or dirty screaming little kids

And everyone is happy.

And other lonely people come

And they ride the roller coasters too

But they have to wait

And they’re hungry and tired

And everyone is miserable

And then they all leave

And the first guest feels good again

Because they appreciate how nice it is to be alone.

Then we repeat the process 7.5 billion times

And we have world peace.

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Thus, Sportsball and Gender Studies Scholarships

Super smart students

Have to pay tons of cash

To take college classes

That mostly are trash.

Super good athletes

Can study for free

And despite low grades get

The exact same degree.

The reason for this

Is confusing to some,

And I’m here to explain

Why it isn’t that dumb…

The purpose of college

I will hereby state:

“To see how much BS

“One can tolerate.”

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