I said your boyfriend’s got
A hell of an ass.
You said he’s an amputee.
I said I meant
The ass on his arm.
Now you aren’t friends with me.
Tag Archives: Double Meaning
Missing My Step, Son
I’m just walking,
Nothing special going on,
When I realize suddenly
That you’re absent, gone.
My sudden epiphany
Hits me right in the spine,
So I said “watch out for the drop”
To the next guy in line.
Filed under Poems
Am I A Monster?
I was brave. I came out of the closet
And they said “you’re a monster” to my face.
I entered a world that didn’t love me
Or those of my type, creed, or race.
I expected a celebration
But all I earned was hatred instead
So that’s why you’ll find me this evening
Just hiding under your bed.
Filed under Poems
Dating an Introvert
When you ask me if I’d like
To come inside and have a drink
I must admit I am unsure of
Just what I’m supposed to think.
For if you wish to offer me
Some decaf, juice, or tea
And chat a while and then retire
That sounds alright to me.
If you’re friendly invitation
Is an amorous innuendo
I’ll be flattered. Nonetheless
I’ll respectfully decline though.
And when, to the inviter,
These truths I clearly state
I get to home home early
And needn’t have a second date.
The Daily Travesty 