Tag Archives: Politically Incorrect

I’d Go Myself, But I Have Pilates At 10:30

Ride on! Ride on brave warriors!

To doom and glory ye harken.

Your hope burns bright though every night

And day the skies doth darken.

Ride on! Ride on our guardians

To wherever you might go

For someone hath misused my pronouns

And their error to them you must show.

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U OK, UK?

Everyone’s welcome in dear old England

Regardless of color or race

But if you think memes are amusing

It’s best that you don’t show your face.

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High School Science, 2025

Men are from Mars.

Women are from Venus.

Explain in 500 words

Why you should chop off your penis.

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Gun Control Logic Be Like…

There once was a gal in a chair

Who got stabbed while she sat there.

We then rightly deduced

Murders can be reduced

By banning all sitting. Sound fair?

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Win-Win

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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The Future Is Now

I write an essay for my class

Using ChatGPT.

The AI-checker software says

It was written by me.

But I write a post on Facebook

That includes the phrase, “The Jews”

And I get called a Russian bot

And scolded on the news.

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The Finalists For The 2025 Missing Championship

Epstein client list

Inner city black father

Livable wage jobs

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Where Do The Colonists Sign Up?

So when you die the tax man comes

To take of your estate

While you pay tax on a hospital bill,

Pine box, and granite slate,

Then wear taxed clothes to the funeral.

You’ll arrive in taxed-gas powered cars

Which is why I will die as an astronaut:

‘Cause there’s no taxes yet on Mars.

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Jesus Christ

Sure, they nailed me to a cross

And death was sort of ouchy

But that isn’t the real reason

That I’m feeling grouchy.

Instead, I’m sick of folks like you

Always shouting my name

When you stub your toe or, I don’t know,

Get mad at a video game.

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They Weren’t Laughing… But There Were Other Signs

If anyone here is deaf

I have an important question:

Do I start jokes with “Have you heard the one about…”

Or do you have a better suggestion?

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