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Seeing The Forest From The Treason

Trusting a serving platter

Is something not to do

Because a serving platter

Will always be-tray you.

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Gandalf

We’ve traveled weeks to Rivendell.

That much of our journey went pretty well.

A few weeks more to Moria.

And still still we were singing “Gloria.”
Now here we are at Mount Doom,

All out of sausage and Stevia.

We’re here to throw the ring in the fire.

This is where I leave ya.

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One Ounce Lighter

Some called me “Alpha,”
Some called me “Spot.”
The spot-callers betrayed me,
And joking I’m not.

I went in the Mazda,
Promised a w-a-l-k,
Not once thinking of
What they soon took away.

Some called me “Alpha,”
Some called me “Spot.”
Some days I woke up horny.
These days I do not.

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My Airport Song

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault,
But simply my fate.

I woke up at five in the morning,
A two hour drive to begin
To reach the airport at nine A.M
For a work flight at noon to Berlin.

I’d accounted for all the surprises
And left time for those that I missed.
Or so I thought ’til my Maggy arrived,
Her temperament thoroughly pissed.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault.
It was mostly my mate.

Turns out my Maggy discovered
Her darlingness wasn’t exclusive,
Though I thought I’d kept my affairs
In Germany fairly elusive.

I managed to exit by quarter to six
With a bit of my Chevy un-smashed.
At quarter past six came the sirens,
Wondering where I had been when I crashed.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault.
It was Officer Kate.

The cops pointed out my transmission,
Amazed at how far I had drug ‘er.
I’ve never known cables so durable
Or Maggy’s skill with a Louisville Slugger.

My taxi arrived at eleven,
My hope not entirely shattered.
The cops sold my car at an auction
To benefit the domestically battered.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault,
But I made $398.

I arrived at the gate at noon-thirty
And saw my Boeing depart.
It flew off with my job and my meeting,
But it also flew off with my heart.

So I called up my sweetheart abroad
And cancelled what our evening implied.
Then I called my Maggy, two blessed hours away
And said, “Can you give me a ride?”

I stayed at the gate
Until it was late.
Thanks for listening honey.
Would you care for a date?

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