FedEx guy in California
Has a job that’s really tough:
He sits inside a warehouse
That contains my purchased stuff.
The tracking number tells him
It needs to ship today
But he’s busy playing Solitaire
So my stuff will have to stay.
I have started many a poem
Upon this empty screen
And deleted many an opening line
Never again to be seen,
Censored preemptively many a thought
And pitilessly pruned prose
And yet still end up with something like this,
Illustrating how much writing goes.
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Big fat fluffy cat
Thinks our Amazon wish list
Includes a dead bird
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If we throw the politicians
Into the holy volcano of K’raxx’iss
We’ll either ensure a bountiful harvest
Or pay a lot less in taxes.
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Styrofoam peanuts
Plus some sugar and orange paint:
Still in business how?

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In the future you’ll go to buy groceries
And the checkout robot will ask
To confirm that you are human
By completing a simple task:
Enter your username and password
And a random six-digit code
That was transmitted to your brain chip
From the authenticator node
Except your authenticator
Got a security update
That prevents your internal keyboard
From typing the number “8”
So you pause your grocery buying
And call the password reset guy
Which is just another robot
And you check “yes” to die.
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Nothing says “Stud” like
Wearing a Hawaiian shirt
With a sweater vest
Back to school is near…
Then, when kids are back in class
Pumpkin spice returns.
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If we make all words
Inappropriate to say
Kids will talk at birth.
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There once was a powerhouse show
About dragons and some dude called Snow.
It ran for eight seasons
But for several reasons
We don’t talk about it no mo’.
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