On the one hand, I’m disappointed.
On the other hand, I am ok
That I don’t have to spend my whole afternoon
Watching both teams I hate get to play.
Tag Archives: Poetry
F***ing Chiefs Again? Really? Even Hollywood Is More Creative…
There once was a high football tier
That played Winter and Fall every year.
One day a guy tripped
But it wasn’t in the script
But the refs smiled and said “Hold my beer.”
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When You’re Under Orders To Neglect Your Duty
When your nation makes it illegal
To enforce our most basic of laws
It signals that our compliance
Must end, or at least go on pause.
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If Only My Hat Could Use Google Images…
I entered an area
Where hard hats were required.
Now I need to find a hot female hat
Or I just might get fired.
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Two Celebrity Poems (Add Your Own In The Comments)
I have a male cat
Who holds grudges and is sweaty.
I am happy that
I’m the owner of Tom Petty.
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I’m an unemployed metalworker
And I start my resumé with
“I’ll slap hot things for money”
Then sign my name: Will Smith
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All Choices Have Their Place… It Just Shouldn’t Be A Place Of Power
Democracy is when you’re thirsty
And you long for a cool cup of juice
And the grocer says “We’ve only got soy milk
“Or Wd-40. You choose.”
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The Power Of Comparison
If you ask guests at a restaurant
“Would you like to try the lamb?”
They might say “yes”, or maybe “no”,
Or “I don’t give a damn.”
But if you ask those same guests
If they prefer starfish tartar
You’ll find them much more likely
To prefer the lamb by far.
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I Prefer My Bread And Circuses Half-Naked, Not Half-Witted
I can accept our world is being run
By faceless corporations
Who choose political puppets
To fulfill their machinations,
That we, the proletariat,
Cannot escape this iron grip
But why do they always pick old white dudes
And not hot girls? What a gyp!
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Intro To VR Games
Just stand here and look around
And see the zombies, hear the sound…
You’ll be ok. The only failing
Is if you trip over the railing.
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The Daily Travesty 