Today I bought a laser sword
That can cut through anything.
The only problem is that it’s in
The plastic Costco packaging…
Today I bought a laser sword
That can cut through anything.
The only problem is that it’s in
The plastic Costco packaging…
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People go to work
Eight hours a day
Clicking buttons mindlessly
To earn their meager pay,
After which they go home
And spend sixty bucks
To click buttons mindlessly
And then say their life sucks…
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Apathy’s amazing!
It’s the best a mood can get!
It’s so great that I don’t care
That I don’t get it yet!
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People on the street
Waving Confederate flags
Say “You lost, move on.”
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Our childish dreams are warm
Beneath the blanket of unknowing,
Our sensibilities secure
All thanks to lack of growing.
Dulcet and desultory,
With ease we are besot,
Avoiding the obstreperous
And things requiring thought.
We swim in tranquil waters
As our bones turn into lard.
Our brains become decrepit
As we hide from all that’s hard.
The deities of comfort
Sanctify our mindless chatter,
A lullaby to help forget
Our lives don’t really matter.
When hunger or reality
Force us, languid, to act
We choose harmony of feelings
Over cacophony of fact,
And thus have we who worship
Our mirror’s charming sheen
Learned to pray for ignorance
So that we may die serene.
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I once went to a market
For groceries I would buy
When a most unpleasant sight
Fell upon my naive eye.
I can only picture
What occurred before I came
As if the homeless had played poker
And they all had lost the game,
For beside the sidewalk entrance
Underneath the neon sign
Were a hundred empty carts
Neatly tucked into a line.
Somewhere in the city
There are those who’ve lost there way
So I beg you, steal back their carts
For justice! (Please obey)
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I’ve got a photographic memory,
A picture-perfect mind,
Only spoiled by the fact
That I’m 100 percent blind.
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The nurse told me I’m dyslexic.
I told them “could be worse.”
They said “and you’re a phenylketaunuric.”
Well, I was wrong. That’s fro urse.
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I never thought I’d be happy
To lose the shirt off my back,
To run out of money, be told I’m not funny,
And become some animal’s snack.
I’d never thought I’d be happy
To have that stuff happen to me
And as it turns out they still haven’t
So I guess life is going as expected.
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