Tag Archives: Life

Dog Years

I was a teenager after a year,

Middle aged by the time I was two.

I’d spend months in a minute chasing a ball

And spent weekends taking a poo.

A scratch on my ears was an hour in heaven

Though it seemed but a second to man.

I wonder if master can feel my time

And pray one of his seconds he can.

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So Are The Neighbors Happy Or Not?

I played some screamo-metal music

In my yard the other day.

Now the grass is black,

And the lawn cuts itself, so yay?

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My Musings On The Economy

I’m a musician in Washington state.

Governor Inslee extended the date

Of the “Stay home, stay safe” order,

Banning two months of shows.

How I’ll make those 12 bucks back, nobody knows…

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Pers…omething?

Sometimes I think I’m a genius,

The zenith of human existence,

But then I give up to early

Because I can’t think of an appropriate word…

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‘Twas the Best Of Times…

I studied some Spanish

And read a good book,

I exercised daily

And learned how to cook,

I got six pack abs

And I learned how to dance.

But I just can’t recall

What it’s like to wear pants…

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The Purpose of a Bird

What is the purpose of a bird?

To fly? To eat? To breed?

Is its life a thing of choice

Or else of merely need?

If its purpose is to fly

But, hatching from its shell

Is born without the wings to fly

Can life be ever well?

If its purpose is to eat

But lacking seed or prey

Can the bird starve nobly

As nature has its way?

If its purpose is to breed

But has no living mate

Is the bird worthwhile still

Despite its desperate fate?

And what of birds within their egg

Afraid to face the light

For fear of life without a mate

Or lack of food or flight,

Who lay inside their egg, so warm,

Who never hurt or cry?

Are they blessed who never live

For they shall never die?

What is the purpose of a bird

Who cannot do a thing?

To live in stillness silently

Or else, perhaps, to sing.

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The Chosen Pun

We’re locked in our houses

Away from the world,

Sanitizing ourselves

As our lives come unfurled.

As we wipe down possessions

The thing I don’t get

Is why “Spring Cleaning” jokes

Aren’t popular yet.

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