A failed piece of art
Made in Microsoft paint
Faces off against the Goddess
Of political taint
With the goal of defamation
And the tool of shameless lies
And among the States there echoes
350-million “Why”s.
Tag Archives: Humor
Why You Should Avoid Furries
Han was fine and dandy
Until Chewbacca came along
And made the “Solo” surname
Both illogical and wrong.
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When You Use Laziness To Make Yourself Look Impressive (True Story)
Card tricks stole my mind
‘Til 11:59.
Still published today!
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Lacking Results From My C/T Scan (In A Sense)
I have a confession:
I can’t spell dietician.
Autocorrect is not helpful
And abuses its position.
If it has a “c” or “t”
For the ician/itian portion
Forces all my logic
To perform quite the contortion.
I was going to write a poem
Full of whimsy, fun, and laughter
But I lacked aforementioned spellings
That I’d long-since afore-sought after.
Thus you get this poem
Lacking good diet advice.
On the bright side dumbness inspired me
And I guess that’s pretty nice.
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The Newest Gender Identity
Under the apple tree
You are you, I am me.
We can hug and kiss all day
And never hear the others say
“Why are you kissing that horse?”
They don’t understand of course
But under the apple tree… well, there
No one ever seems to care.
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Comfort Food
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger
Where did you go?
You went down my gullet
To where I don’t know.
Human, human
Dry your tears, wipe your eyes.
I’ll be with you forever
On your belly and thighs.
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Modern Literature
Once upon a time
A protagonist’s life was changed
By some sequential story elements
Non-Chronologically arranged
After which there was a sequel
In which similar events
Played out, but less excitingly
Than the ones that came from whence.
And finally a trilogy
Concluded with part three
In which plot elements resolved
And they released the first movie.
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He’s Not Bashful About It
Let me tell the tale
Of the dwarf defined as Doc.
He was a man with paultry poultry
(Which is to say a tiny cock).
He’d be off to work each morning
With a high-ho and a pick
And he’d strike at stones much harder
Than his diminutive dwarven dick.
A princess came to stay with him
Despite her inhibitions.
Three days later she ate poison
Rather than stay in such conditions.
His beard is limp. His head is bald.
His eyes are beige and lumpy.
Since I’ve run out of insults
I’ll end the poem here. Love, Grumpy.
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Anyone Else?
Sometimes I feel
Like I am trapped
In a snowglobe
All night and all day
But then I fall
Into the sky
And hit my head on the glass
And the feeling goes away.
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The Daily Travesty 