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Which is why it’s wrinkly.
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Nine Million Americans
I won’t lie…
I’m famous
For something really neat.
I posted “first”
On a youtube vid
And now my life’s complete.
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…or something
This poem: you might find
Reading it is kinda tough
Because it touches on
Things like vaguery and stuff.
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Bee Minus
Living as a bumblebee
Is really very lame.
Your life is run by mind control
And every day’s the same.
Our homes are much too sticky
And attract too many bears.
Yellow and black are so last Spring
But no one ever cares.
It’s hard to have an argument
When your sole source of defense
Creates discomfort in your enemy
And kills you in recompense.
And so we drone and buzz and fly
And polenate a bagonia,
Humming “Fields of Gold” by Sting,
Hoping the queen does not disown ya.
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He Looks Just Like You
I’ve got a crippling fear of insects,
But that’s not much of an issue
Since I work inside a hospital
In the birthing ward.
From time to time, an ugly baby
Will burst forth into my view.
I’ll say “oh look, he’s cute as a bug,”
‘Cause it’s honest and I’m bored.
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Old Dreams
If I were a dinosaur
I’d be a stegosaurus.
I’d spend my time stargazing
And singing in a chorus.
And if predators mess with me,
With my tail, I’d resist,
‘Cause no one beats a stegosaurus
When steggy’s feeling pissed.
I’d eat some grass, then some more;
The destiny of an herbivore.
Then I’d be eaten when I’m old.
A fitting fate, so I was told.
And when I got lonely,
I’d go searching on Steg’s List
And remember my old Triceratops
And how it hurt when we kissed.
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Hiking
I took a walk this morning.
It’s just something that I like.
Then I peed in the bushes
And the walk became a hike.
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My Mind: Behind the Scenes
I have to go to the bathroom,
But I don’t want to leave my bed,
And so I will do neither
And write this poem instead.
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The Goat
It started three months prior
To the day you read this verse.
I was a happy man, but lonely;
Yes, aloneness was my curse.
I was proud of my yard, my grassy lawn
Complete with concrete gnome,
So fastidious and orderly
Just like my humble home.
But such a life wears on the soul,
So I went shopping for a pet.
A creature wise and comforting:
On this my mind was set.
But dogs are mean or stupid
And fish are such a bore.
Cats are huffy, rodents gross,
And birds are but a chore.
And so I found an animal
As a perfect pet for me;
It was fluffy, loving, and unique,
But it was not to be…
If, with goats, you’re unfamiliar,
As I was, that fateful day,
Then know this: They are a stomach
Sent from Hell, on Earth to stay.
Within the first eight hours
My perfect yard was gone.
My gnome was now in hiding
And a wasteland was my lawn.
But that dammed bearded invader
Was not satisfied at that,
And I need no longer pet sit
For my neighbor’s tabby cat.
My car has no more tires.
My cereal has no bowl.
The goat ate my begonias,
And then it ate my soul.
My pet, it needed punishment,
But I did not know the way.
Luckily I got some “guidance”
From Leonardo’s Greek café.
‘Twas three months ago it started,
That a companion I did seek.
Today I seek another.
Maybe something with a beak?
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