Burning Flags

Many a child was inspired by a flag

To leave home on a bus and return in a bag,

To struggle and clash with another boy who

Was raised by a flag without red, white, or blue.

It may be a purpose to live under fire

Until you return or in glory expire,

But I seek a purpose where no flags will fly

And a world where no child is inspired to die.

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And The Rest Is History

There once were two boys from Descartes

Who possessed pure and beautiful hearts

Until one rainy day

In a childish way

They learned how to bottle their farts…

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And Most Artists Are Good At It…

Part of making art

Is having sincere belief

That your crap is gold.

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When You Have To Do More Than One Creative Thing In A Day

There once was a D&D game

Hosted by this poet, the same.

It ended quite late

With most epic of fates

But as consequence this poem is lame.

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Patty > Bun, etc.

Pizza’s pretty yummy

And hot dogs taste real nice

But I can do without the carbs

And even sans the spice.

Instead of all that bready stuff

What I really want to eat

Is meat covered in melted cheese

Then covered in even more meat!

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After I Die, This Blog Will Be Considered The Highest Of Art

I watched “Everything Everywhere All At Once”

And all I can think about now

Is that a movie that makes less sense than my poems

Won seven Oscars somehow…

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If You Have Nothing To Write A Poem About, Write It Anyway Because You Made A Stupid Promise To Post One Every Day And You Ain’t No Quitter

If I could name a river after myself

I think I’d call it “David River”

‘Cause that’s a limitation

Of the whole “name-it-after-yourself” deal.

If I could name a city after myself

I can probably guess your IQ

By what you thought the answer would be.

It would be New David River City

Because duh.

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On The Bright Side, My Nickname Is “Hips” Now

Sometimes all it takes

To make somebody’s day

Is to flash a cheerful smile

And whisper “Hip hip hooray!”

I tried it out this afternoon

And the data that I got was this:

Prison is not a good place to test

A cheerfulness hypothesis.

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Or Am I Just Forgetful?

Today it is early.

Last night it was late.

Does my lack of a poem

Mean I had a good date?

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I Put The “P” In Poem

Perhaps if people possessing purple percherons

Prepared their persons patiently

Purple percherons put in purses

Would prudently pursue purer pursuits?

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