To have a snazzy nickname
Like Ultra, Swabs, or Fish:
That was my desire,
My one and only wish
‘Til today I walked down broadway
And someone yelled “hey, herpes guy!”
Somehow I’m not happy
Though my wish is satisfied…
Tag Archives: Poetry
Dr Seuss Warms Up
Tail fish, head fish.
Blue fish, red fish.
Althought it’s not my wish
Son, I flushed your dead fish.
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You’re Probably Just Racist
Why do people always think
That I’m a creepy guy
Just ’cause I eat other humans?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why can’t they come to love me
As a human, not a specter?
Heck, they made a TV show
All about Hannibal Lecter!
Why can I not find true love?
Why are all hearts filled with doubt?
I thought that lots of people
Liked to be romantically eaten out!
I’m entirely worthy of your trust
From my toes to my chin’s cleft!
And don’t mind the BBQ sauce shower…
It’s just something the old owners left.
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I’m Writing This During A Commercial Break
Good looking people
Talking to each other.
Man is an idiot
Who experiences a bother.
Woman corrects her counterpart
Via the featured service or good.
Be a good ad writer?
Yes, I think I would
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Fishing Scams
I got a suspicious email
From Prince Magbar of Venezuasia
Saying “want to go fishing this Sunday?”
You can’t let emails like that faze ya.
I got another message
A week after the first.
“Dear friend, I must give you money
“Or I fear my spleen will burst.”
I finally blocked his messages
To no longer get that spam,
But only moments later
I questioned who I am
To deny a man with money-spleen
From going fishing with his dear friend.
I replied, guiltily, and we met by the lake
Where he tore out and ate my lungs. The end!
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The Long Haul
I watch you smile
In your sleep.
What secrets do
Your dreams so keep?
Will the joyfulness
Your rest bestowed
Remain when you see
Your car’s been towed?
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Martyrdumb: Saint Drogo’s Story?
Somewhere someone is dying,
Nobly becoming a martyr.
Somewhere someone is getting
Less than what for they did barter.
Somewhere someone deemed saintworthy
As “Patron of Muffin Tops” is anointed.
But here I’m alive and unrecognized
And somehow I’m not disappointed.
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Hey, Wait…
If you’re rubber
And I’m glue
You can call me anything
And I’m just screwed…
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Feminist Fairy Tales
Once upon a time
There lived a lovely dame
Who got stolen by a dragon
Which she thought was pretty lame.
No one came to rescue her
Cause didn’t need no man.
The princes stayed at home
And got flabby eating flan.
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Why Honesty Is A Dying Virtue
People these days
Are way too PC.
Take my friend (who for privacy
And rhyming’s sake we’ll call “B”).
B got offended
When I said “poop and pee.”
Even so, it’s still what
Her dinner tasted like to me.
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The Daily Travesty 