They said man wouldn’t walk on the moon
But a few brave souls proved them wrong.
People still pay to see an opera by Wagner
That’s more than 24 hours long.
People say “finding your passion” is silly
But it sounds like a solid idea to me.
But we’ll never have a Jurassic Park movie
Featuring common sense and decent security.
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You say I have privilege
Because I’m male and white.
You call me uninformed
Because I don’t think you’re right.
You can have my privilege too.
All you must do to try it
Is to move out of the cities
Where “recreation” means “to riot.”
You can disagree with me
While you drink another beer
Thanks to taxes paid by this poet
Making 4-figures a year.
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Somewhere around fifth grade
I asked myself why
I should work to make money
‘Til I get sick and die.
So I sought counter-culture,
Tried to listen to rap
But found “counter-culture”
Espoused the same crap.
Fight club was edgy
But I don’t like fighting.
MGTOW was compelling
But I’m fond of white-knighting.
So here I was, trapped
Between primness and zeal
Before I found out
That’s what most people feel.
The thug life chose me
But because I abhor it
I friend-zoned the thug life
And we’re both better for it.
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Wherefore do we seek a verse
From yonder parent, babe, or nurse
To instruct us in verbal mosaic
Both obfuscatory and archaic?
Wherefore, also I must ask,
Do we encourage such a task
Except to inhabit the proverbial sack
With those who a Y chromosome lack?
And yet contests and prizes plenty
Abound for verses-sentimenty.
Especially now that need of a bard
Is largely supplanted by the Hallmark card.
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No liars are more common than those
Who support their thoughts with “a study shows.”
You’ll likely find, with some frustration,
These studies lack any citation.
For every “yes” a study may show
A different study somehow finds “no.”
Those who cry about the news
Do their fair share of pick-and-choose.
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If you met a murderous clown
When you’re out for a night on the town
And they bought you a drink
What do you think?
Should you take it or turn Snuggles down?
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Somewhere between the lobby
And my destination floor
The elevator chose
Not to move up anymore.
Perhaps the lift malfunctioned
When the console met my fists
But hey, no more classic rock
With jazzy little twists!
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We give men all the power
And we see it misused
In the eyes of the women
Who we find abused.
We give women the power
And all over the nation
Are innocent men
Ruined by false accusation.
Whoever’s in power
And however they’re dressed
We find both men and women
Are most often distressed.
When you talk about power
And forget about “who”
To look at the “what”
Then you’ll know what to do.
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Twenty years or so before
I turned the age of 24
I feared to give a paper heart
To that one special lass.
Ten years after, now 14
I’ve had my eye on other queens
But my feeling for the paper heart girl
Never seems to pass.
In the present world we find
Our troubled and still childish mind
Called to give the other sex
Eternal loyalty.
I’m loyal to who understands
My paper heart and shaking hands.
Does she still exist? Perhaps
In ten more years we’ll see.
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With a voice like something crushed between a bagpipe warming up
And an elephant gargling human teeth, kevlar, and 7-Up
She turned her face towards me (which neither she nor I enjoyed)
And said “Thank you for listening. That was “Hey you” by Pink Floyd.”
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