Tag Archives: Lazy

Last Night’s Bad Decisions Lead To… Not Exactly Redemption

Whenever a poem begins with “tonight”

You pretty much know it’s no good

So this morning I’m writing early

Because I figure I should.

The problem is autobiographical poems

Are also universally mediocre

So maybe instead of being a poet

I should take up professional poker?

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Progress

When I write poems in the evening

They’re terrible, so today I said

“I’m going to write my poem first thing”

And now I’m bad in the morning instead!

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Good Night Already!

Sometimes you do what you need to do;

Sometimes you do what you don’t.

Sometimes my thoughts will be deeper than this

But most of the time they won’t.

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And So The Cycle Continues

Not enough poems are written

About the legendary Scott:

We would remedy this, except

Of what he did, we knowest not.

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Why Modern Poets Are Thin

A poem without rhyming’s

Like a cheeseburger without cheese,

A BLT with no tomato,

A bowl of carrots without peas.

A poem without rhyming

Lacks flavor and synergy

But alas I’m on a diet

And must cut whatever calories I can…

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Hey, it’s been like 90 days since I was this lame, so you’re welcome 😋

I worked 13 hours today

So a two line poem is a-ok.

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Yeah… When Poets Get Jobs They Write Crap Like This #FundTheArts 🥳

Once upon an evening time

My mind could only find one rhyme,

So off I went with weariness

To sleep, and so should you.

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This Is A Lazy Poem Unless You Work At A Stuffed Animal Factory

Today I was busy

And did lots of stuff

So I went back home

And pumped out this fluff.

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I’m Sleepy, You Have Low Expectations… Let’s Compromise

Brevity is a virtue…

Perfect rhyming too

I have one of those

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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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