My heart skips a beat
As our bodies intertwine,
Her hands on my shoulders,
Her lips locked in mine.
Somewhere a small voice
Says “you can’t do that here,”
But my eyes meet my love
And away goes my fear.
Our clothes are all gone
And we get on our way.
The little voice speaks
But I shove it away.
The air fills with moaning,
With screams of my name.
Our love is the water,
Our passion a flame!
After what seems a lifetime
Our forms pull away.
I hope the rec center
Will let us come back some day.
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I know I’m frustrated,
A little bit mad,
Both happy and pouty
And yet somewhat sad.
I’m also ecstatic,
Romantic, and weak,
Like my heart is an ocean
With a slow drizzly leak.
My head spins like the plate
In a microwave oven
And I feel so unwelcome
Like Christ in a coven.
Somehow these feelings
Keep bubbling inside
When the UCLA intern
Says I’m too tall to ride.
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Tasty chunka meat
Sizzlin’ nicely on the stove.
Who’s “master” now, Bitch?
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A monstrous weasel murdered me
Yesterday around 8:00.
It was rather inconvenient
Which is why this poem’s so late.
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“Corporations are evil”
I think as I buy my Special K
And hop in my Toyota
And drive to the YMCA.
“Corporations are evil”
Is what’s running through my head
While I surf Youtube on my iPad
From my new Sleep Number bed.
“Corporations are evil”
Helps me eat my Eggland’s Best,
Helps me get ready for work at Megatech
As in Prada I get dressed.
“Corporations are evil”
Is a truth you can’t deny
Because my friends say it on Facebook
Which means that so should I.
“Corporations are evil.”
Was that all I have to say? Check!
It helps me feel virtuous
As Wells-Fargo cashes my paycheck.
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The best thing I’ve seen
The best thing I’ve heard
Is the game and I have
A little too hard for a littler.
The only problem I had
Was just about a good game.
The only thing that is
A bit weak but today is the best
Is your opponent;
This is how my phone says
“I’ll be home at 6:00. Love you.”
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This line is italic.
Thia line is bold.
The bold line has a typi.
So does that ome.
Okay, I’m donr.
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I gaze in awe at the millions
Who march to show their views.
I am there in person,
Not merely watching the news.
The signs are wise and witty
And camaraderie is merry
But I’m getting sick of idling
As I drive to the library…
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Somewhere in Texas
The gray clouds were parted,
Children didn’t comment
Even though someone farted,
A lone sunbeam broke
Through the sky, dark and wild,
And pond’ring his legacy
George W. smiled.
Somewhere in Texas
The dogs stopped their barking.
The deserts had rain
And the cities had parking.
And in the un-droughted sunbeamy parking lot
Sat an ex-executive dope,
No longer most hated
Or so he would hope.
Somewhere in Texas
A prairie dog sits.
It eats when it’s hungry
And afterwards… you know.
That rodent posts nothing
On Facebook today
And if we are lucky
Our friends will be the same way.
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Tomorrow is the fateful day
Where 45% of America shouts “hooray”
And the major event will be watching those
Who will not be watching the new Pres’s prose.
Tomorrow the meme will in the white house sit
And whether you smile or snarl or spit
You have to admit (or at least you should)
Until 2020 Twitter’s gonna be good.
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