One of the benefits of being a poet
Is apparently you qualify
To go to a local high school
And coach (read “attempt to mollify”)
Some local pageant princesses
Who have to learn a speech
Because if you know English
You do not do; You teach!
Four Years Is A Long Time To Not Be Held Accountable
If we held an election
Every 3 months, I’ve found
That three months before each election
The price of gas would go down,
Mortgage and interest rates lower,
Groceries cost less to buy,
And if your candidate loses
You only suffer three months of “that guy.”
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What Turning 30 Feels Like
I awoke with crack and a groan
In a house where I live on my own.
I ate soup from a can
‘Cause I’m an old man
And I still use a rotary phone.
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How To Become Student Body President In 2024
The homework problem said:
“What is the natural log of 4?”
I said “I was raised a middle-class kid, and I’m the only person on the debate stage tonight who has a plan to lift up the middle class and working people of America.”
Apparently, I got a perfect score.
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Of All The Laws That Could Backfire Magnificently, THAT’S Where You Draw The Line?
So memes are illegal in California
And guns are illegal in cities
And being illegal is totally legal
And we still haven’t freed the titties?
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It’s A Stalemate, By The Way. You’re Welcome
Oh muse, you flighty angel
Who fills my mind with light,
Why can’t you come when I’m working
And not the middle of the night,
For when I lay my head upon
My pillow, soft and dark,
I do not want to think about
Who would win: A truck or a shark.
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Heck, Even C3PO Ended Up Shooting People…
Remember when the movies
Had awesome robot pals
Like R2, Gort, the Terminator,
Bender, Ultron, and Hal?
Remember how these robots
All were murderous piles of chrome?
And now I ask: why would you want
A robot in your home?
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Cletus Prepares For Hurricane Charlene
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall.
Ninety-nine bottles of beer…
The weather is dicey
But plywood is pricey
Thus ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!
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Port-au-Prince Palace Anyone?
We’ve talked about Chinese food
Being cats for many a year
And I have to ask if Haitians
Are missing a franchise opportunity here…
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Running In The Family?
Would it be awful
If I ate a waffle
Instead of nutrition for dinner?
Not so, my lad!
No, a waffle ain’t bad
But you’ll have to work hard to get thinner.
Would it be ok
If I sat for a day
And watched TV and ate cheese?
Sure, sloth is fun
If you go for a run
To make sure you don’t get obese.
Thanks dad. You’re wise!
I guess me and the guys
Will eat waffles and cheese and relax,
Then we’ll go for a run
When the vegging is done
So our bellies don’t spill from our slacks!
Hey son, I see
Your weight starts with a three
And is neither four digits nor two.
Yeah dad, turns out
Running didn’t work out
But at least now I look more like you!
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The Daily Travesty 