Anti-racism
Is when white people
Protest against white people
For being white.
Tag Archives: Humor
Ordinary Things Can Be Special Too
Somewhere near you
There’s a puppy in a blanket,
A warm spot of sunlight,
A bright blooming flower.
You may never see them,
But still you are blessed
Because to look for them
Is your special power.
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The Arborist’s Dilemma
In the pandemic work has been scarce
And rent is still not free
So I was ecstatic when an old hermit
Said he had yard work for me.
He showed me what once was a noble old cedar
That once proudly stood in the park
Until some young people, for whatever reason,
Stripped the old tree of its bark.
The old man had hired me to glue to the cedar
A fresh set of bark, to restore
A tree to its glory. That ends not the story
Because, yes, you guessed it… there’s more
For In the pandemic, unemployed and discouraged
I’d taken to habits of drinking,
And on that bright morning I set off to work
I was out of the habit of thinking.
With heart full of vigor and head well hungover
I glued on a bucket of bark
And though the idea at first seemed uncanny
The contrast, in hindsight, was stark!
And then the old hermit came to see progress
And laughed with a senile glee,
Saying “I meant the cedar beside the bench, boy.
“I’m afraid you’re barking up the wrong tree!”
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With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility… For About 90 Milliseconds Before You Dissolve
I’m not just an average Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I’m a powerful person. How powerful? Very!
I quit being an average Harry-Dick-Tom
When I was bit by a radioactive nuclear bomb!
Now in my blood a great power is pulsing
And my every finer of being is convulsing
Until, like a hero, I burst into flame
And fly into the air and learn power is lame.
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Whole Milk
I poured myself a glass of milk,
White as clouds and soft as silk,
Then put powdered milk in the cup
And took a spoon and stirred it up,
Then I poured condensed milk in
And, with the spoon, gave it a spin.
It was at this point, to my dismay,
My buxom girlfriend ran away.
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The FBI Limerick
There once was a [redacted] from [redacted]
Who really [redacted] with [redacted].
He [redacted] one day
In a [redacted] way
And [redacted] [redacted] his anus.
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Graphic Design 101
I saw something today and thought
“I need to investigate
“Why the stripes on the gay pride flag
“Are always entirely straight.”
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A Post-Phonebooth World
Clark was walking down the street
When an enemy appeared,
A foe only Superman could defeat.
It’s ugly head, it reared.
Clark took off his reading specs
And opened his smartphone app
‘Cause that’s how he changes costumes now
And also new comics are crap.
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Where BLM and the Dictionary Meet
A riot is when you’re angry
So you burn and steal money.
A riot’s also when you laugh
Because something is funny.
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Which Came First?
The chicken pulled a cigarette
From somewhere in the hay
Then sat beside a little egg
Which it did just lay.
Then the chicken leaned in close
With grace much like a dancer
And whispered, sultry, to the egg
“I guess we have an answer!”
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The Daily Travesty 