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Share This With Anyone Who Disses Your Business Idea

Styrofoam peanuts

Plus some sugar and orange paint:

Still in business how?

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What I Think Of During Meetings

Thanks to fluorescent lighting

You see a hundred smiling faces

Of a hundred unhappy people

Just covering their bases.

There’s a slideshow on the laptop

That was made the night before

That will make investors happy

And will make the buyers poor.

The conference room has donuts

And the chairs are soft and red

And you eat the sweet, admit defeat,

And notice that you’re dead.

But if you have a family,

A student, and a friend,

And half as many fucks to give

You’ll know its not the end

But instead you’ll move toward the light

In the corner of the page

And start to live the life you had

When you still knew your age.

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An Alternative To The Lemonade Stand

When you experience the Summer

And it’s so hot that you say “Bummer”

I have a solution to your caper:

A fan made from some folded paper!

You can make your own cool Heaven

From a folded eight-and-a-half by eleven

That you swing repeatedly at your face

And hope you cause air to displace.

This air will make your sweat go poof

And you go from hot to cool, aloof.

Buy one now! They’re really nifty!

Or buy two for just $18.50!

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That Time When You Flew

Helicopters come and go,
Planes take off and land.
Passengers arrive who do not know
That liquids and gels are banned.

Luggage is checked, and backgrounds too.
Personal items are stowed.
Some poor guy who’s flying back
Finds out his car was towed.

Flight attendants welcome you
And give a safety spiel.
A can of juice and pretzel mix
Will be your evening meal.

Now far from home you have arrived
At where planes take off and land,
And you find the luggage that you checked
Did not arrive as planned.

You take a cab to your hotel
Where everything’s in place,
From hygiene stuff in plastic wrap
To art that’s in your face.

You stay a week and do your job
(Or relax. That’s ok too).
And then come home to talk about
That one time when you flew.

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