Somebody asked “Why don’t they make
“The whole plane out of the stuff
“That they use to make the black box
“That’s all indestructibly tough?”
I told him, “it’s the same reason why
“They don’t make medieval knight’s armor
“With the stuff they use to make chainmail bikinis.”
He’s confused, but hey! He’s just a farmer.
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You may think me presumptuous,
Perhaps you’ll think me rude,
But I have to wonder
How women and some gay dudes
Published some airbrushed photos
And said, “This is beauty now,”
And everyone said “Ok, cool.”
But seriously… how?
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He knows that she knows
That I know that he knows
That I think I know
That she thinks he knows me.
If you didn’t quite get that
Then know that I think
That you and I know
To avoid mysteries.
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