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The Crew Cut

The crew cut is a true cut

And a proper “do” for men.

I’ve been known to sport one

Every now and then.

It’s classic and low-maintenance,

Both manly and refined.

Yes, the crew cut is a true cut

But no one pays it much mind.

 

The crew cut is a true cut

Because long hair is a pain.

What woman wants a guy

Whose hair can clog the drain?

It lends style to a balding head,

It’s tough as well as cute.

Yes, the crew cut is a true cut,

But people prefer to be hirsute.

 

The crew cut is a true cut,

Or so you’ve probably heard.

It gives you social status

Equivalent to a flightless bird*.

I rock one as I write this,

‘Cause I’ve got nothing better to do.

The crew cut is a true cut,

But who calls layoffs “cutting crew?”

 

*If you don’t know about the flightless bird trend sweeping the nation like the ice bucket challenge**:

 https://thedailytravesty.com/2014/08/20/i-try-to-be-social/

 

** If you don’t know about the ice bucket challenge, I envy your resistance to the internet’s pull.

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I Try To Be Social

If I had a pet penguin
I’d be a cooler guy,
‘Cause nothing impresses people
Like a bird that doesn’t fly.

I know this as a fact,
Having garnered my first clue
When my neighbor had a party
After buying an emu.

So I went into the pet store,
But no penguin could be found.
I couldn’t even find one
In the wild or the pound.

That’s why I bought this parrot
Who says such funny things.
It’s not flightless, but hey,
At my party I’ll serve wings.

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It Was So Amazing Though!

I’m not the kind to kiss and tell,
Which is why this poem is short.

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Conversion Tactics

I was visited last afternoon
By friendly Mr. Levin
Who stopped by, presumably,
To get me into Heaven.

He handed me a pamphlet
About discovering Jehovah,
But being an ad exec myself
It didn’t win me ovah.

So I came up with a new campaign
For the door-to-door believers
To double their conversion rate
And make them high achievers:

They could give out bottles of water
In tribute to the divine,
But if you come to hear a sermon
You can trade for a bottle of wine.

They could host some seminars
On days when it is raining
Giving a new-agey mix
Of spiritual sales training.

If you want to walk on water
A witness has a deal for you:
Free water skiing lessons
If you’ll sing hallelu’.

By now you will have realized
I didn’t read their stuff,
But I tried to help as best I could.
I hope that was enough.

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The Mail Perspective

Few things are better
Than getting a letter
The good old fashioned way.
That envelope’s feel
Just fills me with zeal
And I start to dance and sway.

‘Tis a unique caper,
The feel of the paper
And ink beneath my fingers
And when the mail is gone,
My heart will go on.
My jollity forever lingers.

So when I opened your note
In which you wrote
That my electricity bill wasn’t paid
I did not understand,
For I felt very grand.
My life felt like I had it made!

Now reading my crap
From Kohl’s and the Gap
In the candlelight out on the street
I realize life,
Past the bills and the strife,
Can turn out pretty darn neat.

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National Defense

“Protect and serve the innocent”
Was what the poster said,
And it’s what I thought I’d do
When I became a fed.
I got to work the first day
In my black, designer suit.
I said “I’m here to serve and protect.”
My boss just said “That’s cute.”

He showed me to my office
In the middle of the floor
Where two monitors awaited
And I knew what was in store.
I became well acquainted
With a Mrs. Sally Strom
And the doodads that she purchased
On Amazon.com

They say your moral compass
Will sway from truth and light
Through prolonged exposure
To things that aren’t right,
But I have to disagree
With the ever-present “they”
Because tons of people do this
And it doesn’t wreck their day.

Protect and serve the innocent:
It sure sounds nice to me
And makes me feel righteous
About the innocent stuff I see.

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Plenty of Wants

Plenty of fish
Want to live on land,
To lie in the sun
And play in the sand.

Plenty of birds
Want to live in the sea,
To eat what they want,
To swim and be free.

Plenty of men
Want to live in the sky,
To grow ever higher,
Never to die.

But all of these beings
Both near and afar
Can be equally happy
Finding peace where they are.

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Beauty Still Sleeps

My horse and I have traveled
Over miles of mountain and glen
Slaying dragons, wooing ladies,
And then doing it all again.

We fought our way to this castle
Surrounded by magical thorns.
With my sword, I carved my way through them
With my backup chorus of horns.

I bathed in the courtyard fountain,
Doffed my armor and donned my suit,
Made by the finest craftsmen in the kingdom
And tailored to flatter my patoot.

And I climbed up ten thousands flights
Of ruined and slippery stairs,
Not breaking a sweat or a nail
(And bravely fought off several bears).

Now I gaze on my love’s sleeping visage
And my heart gives a coo like a dove
As my lips caress hers. Still she slumbers.
Hey, what’s this clause on the wall ’bout true love?

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Semi Precious

The color gold is very bold,
Yet platinum’s even bolder.
An emerald’s shine is quite divine
And a ruby’s glow does smolder.

Pearls are smooth and friendly
And shall stand the test of time,
And silver would be more popular
If the poor thing had a rhyme.

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Somewhere Near Mulberry

I was driving to meet Lady Mulberry
When I heard great caterwauling.
A melee of a feral type
Had broken out. Appalling!

As I drew closer I clearly saw
That an ape and weasel sparred.
The weasel adroitly popped the ape
Who slunk away, badly scarred.

I realized I’d witnessed
A nasty, brutish crime
(Though around the bush in Mulberry
It happens all the time).

So I called the cops on weasel pops
An ambulance for the chimp
Who got in the bus without a fuss
But a very noticeable limp.

Then I left the bush district
Past other rodents and macaques
Until I reached my Lady’s venue,
A restaurant called Jack in the Box.

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