They asked me to hold up
Fermented canola, you see.
I refused the order…
Sounds like supporting rapeseed culture to me.
They asked me to hold up
Fermented canola, you see.
I refused the order…
Sounds like supporting rapeseed culture to me.
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If you need special education
And can’t digest information,
If you need special education
Thump your chest!
(Thump thump thump thump…)
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Apparently my teachers were wrong
And there aren’t boys and girls.
Turns out gender is “representational,”
Or so the new story unfurls.
Seeing that sex doesn’t matter
To whether you’re he, she, or other
I think we need a singular pronoun
That applies equally to one another.
In the past we were male and female
And likewise called he or she.
Apparently the gender-neutral
Is also important, so they tell me.
So I have an unbiased option
To represent them, me, and you:
We can just say humans are SHeIt.
It has all three pronouns, and also is true!
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If you’ve got a gender
And that gender is Agender
Than an Agender gender
Is the gender that you’ve got,
But if you think non-cis is nonsense
And you don’t buy into bi
Then things which you are thinking
May be different than you thought.
There’s a rift between androgyny,
Pangender folks, and the FTM.
You may think that there’s no difference
Between trans-males and trans-men,
Or that trans-ness is divided
Down the trans-two-gender line
When in fact the trans-varieties
Number nearly twenty-nine!
If your creed denies this credence
You’ll be supported a few more years,
But if the “miss” in “miscelaneous”
Offends you, have no fears;
If you identify as other
But don’t like “other” as your name
Then nonconforming, variant, or non-binary
Are semi-synonyms for you to claim.
And if you want to carve your identity
In history’s hallowed halls
Invent your own custom gender now.
(May I suggest: No-balls?)
And make the list grow larger
Than the current 58
And you can show the establishment
That you don’t want America to again be great!
*Subject to change
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I hate to say, but modern times
Have brought to bear such modern crimes
As the thought that changing what we call bad things
Will make them fly away on silver wings.
Amidst PC culture’s genital diminution
I seek to find an ancient solution
Because I doubt folks in Pompeii
Said “That eruption’s a hot social event for the end of your day!”
Some say the truth will set you free,
That the ultimate good is reality.
I like to think those things are true,
But no one told the local SJW.
So I’ll just be honest on this, my blog
To cut through society’s “minimally exceptional” fog.
And if you get offended by hearing what’s true
I bet there’s a polite alternative name out there for you.
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Nevertheless
Always the more
Seldom the -ible
But often the horr-
Too much conniption
For such a poor fit
This new lack of him/her
Well, I’m tired of it
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Are you sick and tired
Of having your body
99% covered in skin?
Do you feel weary
Of eating and drinking
While you wait for true life to begin?
Have you ever wanted
To feel religious
But weren’t raised a Christian or Jew?
Then it’s your lucky day,
‘Cause I’m here to say:
Radical Islam’s for you!
To start as a jihadist,
To be totally honest,
Isn’t nearly as hard as you’d think.
The Muslim mystique’s
Just the smell of plastique
Waiting for you in your kitchen sink.
Just slip on that vest
And go take a test.
If you pass you can stand even talla’,
Make a building go boom
And just like that… Zoom!
It’s just you, forty virgins, and Allah!
If by ISIS you’re paid
You may or may not get laid
But we promise at least you’ll get blown!
Your job’s hard? Ours is not!
It’s just this: Don’t get caught
And be careful when using your phone.
Think this poem’s funny
And also lack money?
RI may be perfect for you!
You’re offended instead?
Well, good news my friend
But we’re able as well to help you!
So call us today
And learn Allah’s way
And wash yourself free of impurity.
We’ll train you for free
And help you to see
Why they do that at airport security.
So if you want some fun
And with life you’re so done
Why not our five pillars a try?
You’re one phone call from Heaven:
Five-five-five-nine-eleven.
Unless you’re female there’s no need to be shy!
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And on the seven-million-fourteenth day
The Christian God said “let there be
“An era of slow internet.”
No other explanation do I see.
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