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Everything Has A Purpose

He was born a maggot

And he grew into a fly

Until my cat got hold of him

And then he had to die.

We celebrate his passing

With a vigorous fist bump

For he reminded us our fat cat

Can manage still to jump.

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When You’re 29 And Your Brain Ain’t Like It Used To Be

Some like it hot.

Some like it cold.

Some start their poem with the same cliche two days in a row

Because hey, I’m tired and old.

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Hands First Or Balls First?

There are two types of bathers

That I have come upon:

The type who take the bar of soap

And rub, rub, rub it on

And the type who see the bar of soap

And never, ever use it

‘Cause they know the other bather

And how often they abuse it.

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But… The Metaphors?

“This movie is great, I promise”.

Those were the words I said.

Then I remembered that one scene

Where they shot the dude in the head

And the bit with the serial killer

And the… actually, never mind.

Maybe next time we’ll watch a movie

That you happen to find.

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Oh Wait… That’s Youtube

Instead of another reality show

Where half-naked people live in the wood

A show where people make huge pillow forts

Would do us a whole lot of good.

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Now THAT Is Motivation

Tonight I was sleepy and happy

And snuggled up, warm in my bed.

I could’ve been dreaming of Springtime

But I’m writing this poem instead.

Now normally I would just give up

And write four lines that sorta rhyme

But tonight I’m the very best version of me

So I’ll waste twice as much of your time.

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Hard Times Make Good Complainers… Good Complainers Make Good Comedy

Say what you will about hard times and such

But I am certain about this much:

When everything’s bad, we have more variety

Of things to go off on when we lose our sobriety.

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Rainy Parking Lot

Little drops of ocean sky

Fall upon my Honda’s hood.

I am warm and dry inside,

Content and sleepy. Life is good.

The raindrops play their glassy drum;

None of them would e’er predict

The mayhem that my wiper blades

Will, on their zen, so soon inflict.

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The Superbowl… Biden Vs. Trump… Yeah, We’re In A Loop

The groundhog saw his shadow

And the Summer’s coming soon.

Now we have another choice:

Giant meteor or typhoon?

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A Winter Drive Haiku

Twinkling blacktop ice

Gleams like diamonds. I turn right

But my car goes left.

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