I consider myself pretty smart
And I have an insight into art:
More people would read
Poetry if indeed
More poets would use the word “fart”
I consider myself pretty smart
And I have an insight into art:
More people would read
Poetry if indeed
More poets would use the word “fart”
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If your life is a dumpster fire
Don’t think about aiming higher
But find a cold alley
And watch how you rally
The hobos, who your heat admire.
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I’ve started to think of ads
As memes from strangers’ dads
About brands I don’t know
And that makes me feel so
Much less like I’ve been punched in the ‘nads.
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There once was a griller from Harding
Who didn’t click his tongs twice before starting.
What happened next makes
Hiroshima seem low-stakes
And now God’s set the world a’ restarting.
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Once in fair Europe two men
Were squabbling comedically when
The audience got bored
So they pulled out a seord
And everyone dies in the end.
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A poet once went on a break
Which turned out to be a mistake
‘Cause he hurried to finish
His limerick, diminish
Ing his perfect lyrical break.
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There was a competitive game
Where everyone’s setup’s the same.
The winners opined
“This game’s well-designed”
But the loser opined, “No, it’s lame.”
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There once was a big evil wolf
Who sought a young girl to engulf.
He put on Grandma’s dress
And caused major distress.
Now he’s banned from America’s gulf.
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So super bowl 59…
I guess you’d describe it as “fine”.
Lo, the history tomes
Yearned for Patrick Mahomes
But the script picked the alt storyline.
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There once was a form called the FAFSA
Which asked for my tax info. Laughs, ya?
Then my wife had to say
That yes, I did pay,
All to get zero money. That’s a gaffe-sa!
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