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When You’re Not Sure Who To Offend…

At the 5K Run for white power

People called me “Hitler” to my face.

I disagreed with them, explaining

“Unlike Hitler, I can finish a race.”

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Bless Me Son, For I Done Sinned

A while ago I wrote a poem

About how to be your own son.

Recently, through Jesus,

I wrote another one:

If you are a grandfather

Of your son’s male offspring

I’m happy to report that you

Can do an exciting thing…

If your son joins the clergy

As a Presbyterian

And you go to his church

Your grandkid is your Father’s son.

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The Givers Of Up

When you’re dead but your body won’t let you be

When you’re closed but the sign says you’re open

When you’re trying to sleep in the light and the heat

And can’t cope with how well you’re coping

It might be you’re sideways and falling

To the ground that you already touch

And it could be you feel unwelcome

In a world that adores you too much

And it could be you suffer from comfort

All alone in a room filled with you

But I have to ask why you would stay closed and die

How you feel okay to just sleep through the day

How you admit defeat to the ground at your feet

When your choices define what is true

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How Dare I?

I don’t think it’s funny

And I don’t think it’s strange

To have autistic teenagers

Opposing climate change.

I find it quite the opposite,

A much welcomed relief

To show that neurotypicals

Need not hold their belief.

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This Problem Doesn’t Happen For Board Game Dates

I asked her out to eat with me

At Chez Insertnamehere.

It was a place with candlelight

And very expensive beer.

After our romantic dinner

Conversation hit a lull.

She said “Let’s have dinner again,”

But, alas, I was already full.

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The Longest Road

I travel by the road at dawn,

The sunrise at my back,

Unaware in blissful youth

Of all the things I lack.

When day has broken, I press on

In a cardinal direction,

Unaware that I’m unguided

Save by pleasure and affection.

By noon I sweat and labor on

Beneath the sun I know,

Still the same despite the fact

It has a harsher glow.

Beyond that point I cannot see,

The sun filling my eyes,

And do not know that all I know

Is naught but youthful lies.

Then I lie down to rest myself

After the sun has gone

And wait until the sun returns

To blindly carry on.

What few have seen when journeying

Beneath the gold sun’s light

Is how the road’s a circle

Sloping gently to the right,

Still fewer will discover

(And even fewer learn)

Is whether we are blind or wise

When, to dawn, we must return.

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Three Equally Feasible Ideals

Free college is nice

But some don’t want it.

Free healthcare is grand

But some people taunt it.

If we want to please

The entire USA

Pass a law that makes

Every day Saturday!

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