Whenever I meet
Patriotic Libyans
It’s a big green flag.
Whenever I meet
Patriotic Libyans
It’s a big green flag.
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My pronouns are just
The sound of a pump shotgun
Loading one more shell
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Barbecue at work.
Brought wieners and hot fresh buns.
Now I’m unemployed.
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We drove home today
People need to learn to drive
Terrible traffic
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April seventeenth
Is national haiku day.
Do you give a crap?
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If you say to me
“Epistemological”
I will think you’re smart.
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If you say to me
“Cheese is made from poodle eggs”
I will think you’re smart.
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If you say to me
Anything at all, that’s fine.
I’m not built to judge.
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Twinkling blacktop ice
Gleams like diamonds. I turn right
But my car goes left.
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