Some people put pronouns in their bio.
Some people post proverbs instead.
The two groups both share a common belief
That the others are off in the head.
Some people put pronouns in their bio.
Some people post proverbs instead.
The two groups both share a common belief
That the others are off in the head.
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“E4”, he said as I sat down.
“E5”, I humbly reply.
He then proceeds to impale my soul
And asks if I’d like to retry.
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There once was a political leftist
And another who leaned to the right.
They both mocked the art in banks and hotels
And then peacefully mumbled “Good night.”
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In 1988 they made a movie of a couple
Who died driving off a one lane bridge.
They ended up haunting their family home
Because New Yorkers tried to sell their fridge.
They sang a reggae song about bananas
And almost had a wedding with a demon
And then a random sandworm saved the day
And everybody smiled instead of screamin’.
In 2024 they made a movie of a kid
And her parents and grandparents and a cop who is actually an actor, and an ex-wife and some random murdery boyfriend, etc.
They also had a wedding with a demon
Before a random sandworm saved the day
And I’m just wondering why Hollywood
Can’t just make films the 1988 way.
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There once was a whole in the ozone layer
But luckily your mom was a ticket payer…
As her plane left the ground
There was a brief sucking sound
And now she’s demanding we pay her.
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I got out of a nice warm bed
Because I forgot to publish a verse.
Now I’m getting right back in bed
Because I’ve satisfied the terms of my curse.
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She says “What?”
I say “Your butt.”
Then we both smile
And snuggle a while.
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There once was a dancing woman
Wearing as little as legal
Dancing while some AI hip-hop played
Advertising food for her beagle.
A number of bots decided
It was worth watching ten million times.
It’s probably better on TikTok
But hey, my version rhymes!
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If you add “executive” to the front
Or “Coordinator” to the end
Of the title of any job
The message that you send
Is “I could do your job
“But instead I watch and frown
“Because I make twice your salary
“And why isn’t your noise more brown?”
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So a battle of birds did occur
And the Seahawks did not make me “grr”.
“Are we good?” asked my friend
And based on this trend
I can solidly say “I’m not sure.”
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