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My First Sponsor!

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Peace Talks

Bumblebee, bumblebee, why do you fly

When life would be better

If you would just die?

Human, human, why do you hate

When you eat the plants

That we bees pollenate?

Bumblebee, bumblebee, sure you’re ok

In a creepy bumbley

Bug sort of way.

Human, human, we’re both Earth’s daughter

Wait, why do your hands

Hold aloft that fly swatter?

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Too Far?

If I had a sweet purple pony

For every terrible poem I’ve written for you

I’d have no shortage of mystery meat

And the world would have no want for glue

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When You Order Fruit From Third World Countries

Sweet little kiwi

I cut thin green slices of

Then they fly away

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Requires At Least 18 Years Of Continuous Experience In This Gender

We’ve finally reached the fated day

Where your date presents a resume

And you have to ask her in detail

About the gap in her experience as a female

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Empathy Is For Other People

Sometimes I think I have a lot

Upon my figurative plate

Because I have so little time

And go to sleep too late

And then I see somebody

Working nineteen hours for minimal pay

And I go home just thinking

“What flavor pizza should I get today?”

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Dr. Strangelove 2, Or How The Bomb Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love Herself

I wanted to ask a guy to the prom

But alas I’m a thermonuclear bomb.

Were I to go out in a pretty pink dress

I’d make the whole world feel considerable stress

And instead of the dancing and sighing and kissing

Everyone would shout “Hey, there’s a warhead that’s missing”

And before I’d say “Chill guys, you’re all being dumb”

They’d put me back with the uranium.

And so in my bunker I cry and I dream

Of a man who will see me for more than I seem,

Who’ll sweep me away for one memorable night

Even though afterwards the world won’t be alright…

But maybe a man cannot make me complete

And instead I’ll be happy as radiant heat?

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Butt Why?

If you think your job is bad

I think I’ve got you bested:

Today I read on a rectal thermometer

“Each unit individually tested.”

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Finally Some Recognition!

‘Twas the day after Easter

And the kids were off school

Eating copious sugar

And emitting much drool

When a rabbit emerged

And said “Sorry I’m late!”

Then he hid eggs all over

And hopped over the gate.

The children tried chasing,

But bunnies are fast…

Then it dawned on a child

Who whispered at last

“If the bunny came here

“Today, who was that

“Who brought candy yesterday?”

Thus smiled the Easter Rat.

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Confessions of an Art Professor

Sure, his work was childish

And adequate at best…

Did I give too much homework

Or too difficult a test?

Perhaps I judged too harshly…

I didn’t know I’d cause a fuss

When I told my student, Adolf,

That he’d earned a big D+

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