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Tag Archives: Poetry
What I Think Of During Meetings
Thanks to fluorescent lighting
You see a hundred smiling faces
Of a hundred unhappy people
Just covering their bases.
There’s a slideshow on the laptop
That was made the night before
That will make investors happy
And will make the buyers poor.
The conference room has donuts
And the chairs are soft and red
And you eat the sweet, admit defeat,
And notice that you’re dead.
But if you have a family,
A student, and a friend,
And half as many fucks to give
You’ll know its not the end
But instead you’ll move toward the light
In the corner of the page
And start to live the life you had
When you still knew your age.
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I’m not too good at poetry
So instead of trying to push
I’ve decided to stop my poetry
And just write poebush.
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Where Do You See Yourself In 50 Years?
In the year 2075
I’ll be watching Star Wars 25
With my grandkid, Skibidaura
And sentient Venusian flora
And I’ll wonder why I’m still alive.
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Things We Can Learn From Kids
At what age can you no longer say
“Do you want to be friends?” to a stranger?
It seems to be somewhere between six and 90
And otherwise they call you “Danger”.
But I think the world would be happier
If we’d ask to be friends way more often.
Sure, they can say “no”, but give it some time
And society will soon start to soften.
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Qui Gonn Logic
Crazy little slave
Killed an army just for kicks.
Better train the kid!
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They’re Selling My Childhood, And I’m All For It
I used to be excited
When new video games released
So I could see new features
And how the quality increased.
Now I watch the new releases
And I’m on the lookout for
The rereleases of the games
Made in 2004.
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Tick Tock? Wait… That’s Not Right…
I had an hour this evening
So I watched Youtube for ten minutes.
Now it’s Saturday morning.
Funny how life goes, innit?
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Technology? Up! Art? Ummmm… I’m Probably Not Qualified To Judge, But…
A lot of people are amazed
How in one hundred years
We went from riding horses
To the moon and diet beers.
What I find less impressive
Is that in that same epoch
We went from the Statue of David
To “Is this bedazzled pineapple a joke?”
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Is It Too Late To Enlist?
I wished to be a poet. I thought that would be fine
But I had to be a sailor; I could only write two lines
And a gee and a hey and doodle dawdle yah!
Oh my English class was easy, that much is very true,
But I’d only write twelve syllables and not a whole haiku
And a gee and a hey and doodle dawdle yah!
But if you have no talent for stayin’ ‘round a while
They told me that the Navy would snap me up and smile
And a gee and a hey and doodle dawdle yah!
Turns out in the Navy there’s a whole entire job
For writing two line songs to sing while cleanin’ with a swab
And a gee and a hey and doodle dawdle yah!
My captain has a button that can nuke our enemies
But I can make him tap his foot across the seven seas
And a gee and a hey and doodle dawdle yah!
And a gee!
And a hey!
And doodle
Dawdle
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
(Mic drop)
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