There once was a guy named Kibau
Who lived on a farm with a plough.
He once swore a vow
Never once to say “Ciao”
And you get the point: Spelling is stupid.
There once was a guy named Kibau
Who lived on a farm with a plough.
He once swore a vow
Never once to say “Ciao”
And you get the point: Spelling is stupid.
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Today we remember the world’s greatest dancer
Who ten score years earlier passed on from cancer.
Before she succumbed to the tumors and such
She lived a grand life and accomplished so much:
She was the first woman to dance on the moon,
The first to make contact with the Laser Raccoon,
The inventor of Carbon, the first scrambler of eggs,
And ZZ Top’s inspiration to write “She’s Got Legs.”
When she was young people said she was odd
For she went to the pet store and adopted a God.
As she grew older her thoughts turned to war
And where once there was everything there soon was no more,
So she let her pet rebuild quite a bit
While she spent her time just relaxing a bit.
Then she saw an ad in a paper one day
And, on a whim, chose to take up ballet.
She learned how to twirl and wear tutus and stuff
And discovered ballet was incredibly tough…
Much tougher than crushing rebellions, they say…
Worse even than smelling some Axe body spray.
She struggled and sweated, for she felt it vital
That she must be ready for her first recital.
She struggled and strained through each pirouette
‘Til she was the best that a dancer could get.
Some people had doubted, had mocked her and laughed
But after she danced they all saw how they’d gaffed.
“Alas,” they cried out as she do-si’d her do
And those who felt proud suddenly felt quite low.
And as she bowed low and the watchers applauded
And her majesty great by the critics was lauded
She said the five words that ended her tale:
She said “I was born biologically male.”
The entire world raged and volcanoes erupted
As their heroine’s image by sin was corrupted
And so she was wiped from the pages of history
And now even her name is no more than a mystery.
Some people will tell you this poem’s not funny,
That I am just lying ‘cause I want your money,
But know that this legend is utterly true
Or the Earth isn’t flat and the sky isn’t blue.
And if you say otherwise, I’ll have you know
There’s a place where all bad kids like you have to go…
The worst prison ever, a hell of a jail
Reserved for those convicted of being a white male.
That’s all for today, little wards of the state.
Now go home and remember, love is better than hate.
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Sometimes you fee like a pop tart,
But sometimes you’re generic toaster strudel.
Sometimes you’re the star of the kennel,
But sometimes you’re a Belgian poodle.
Sometimes you’re the Kleenex
Instead of Kirkland Signature facial tissue.
But on days you feel you’re generic
Know that it’s not a critical issue.
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They made the Joker movie
Where the villain was relatable.
Then they made “Cruella”
And made killing dogs debatable.
And I know that coming soon
To theaters near me
Is a film called “Adolf:
“A young art student’s story.”
I wished upon a star
That I was back on Earth.
Then I was incinerated by the immense heat of the cosmic ball of burning gas
And now wait for rebirth.
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There once was an eloquent person
Whose mental state started to worsen.
The person was me
As you damn well can see
And that’s why I’m just f***ing cursin’.
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There was a piece of paper
Atop a tower tall
Who sought to end its lonely life
Through one climactic fall
But when he took that fateful leap
He found out he could fly
And soared for miles in ecstasy
Instead of trying to die.
And when the paper fluttered
To the Earth, it climbed again
And leapt and soared, rinse and repeat,
Or so said CNN.
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You know what would be really good
To see come out of Hollywood?
How ‘bout a film where a zombie guy
Sees a zombie gal that catches his eye.
They fall in love, they thrust and moan,
They buy a house without a loan,
And then the local HOA
Tells the two to move away.
Then the zombie couple fights
For many days and many nights
Wave after wave of humans who
Care only for their home’s value.
And after all is said and done
The humans die, the zombies won,
They adopt the human kids as equals
And thus ensure a lot of sequels.
It’s a wholesome tale of why
One’s choice to not completely die
Does not invalidate one’s worth…
Stars Emma Stone and Colin Firth.
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Still as a statue,
Deer in the headlights,
Sleeps like a baby,
Calm as can be;
These things are common
But nothing comes close
To how still is my bladder
When you stand next to me.
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He was black, surrounded by brothers,
Unarmed and defenseless
When a white man came by
To perform something senseless:
The poor black was gutted
And served on a platter
With mediterranean food.
#BlackOlivesMatter
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