Tonight, when playing pickleball
I did a little dance
While trying to smack that fickle ball
And oops! I ripped my pants!
I learned to play more cautiously.
Also, for what it’s worth
I’ve secured my reputation
As the whitest man on Earth.
Tag Archives: Postaday
Public Transit Life Hack
If you say “Sentimental Salamander” ten times
Then bellow, “Meet your doom”
People on the train will give you space
So yay to more leg room!
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7-9-7
If you make a long haiku
With too many syllables in it
Nothing changes. Lighten up.
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Baptist Easter
Two-Thousand Twenty-Five years ago
Judas told Jesus “YOLO”
But Jesus, lacking any fear
Said “Judas, my brudda, holdeth my beer.”
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Nightmare? Or Dream Job?
Curtains rise. Spotlight.
I am in my underwear.
Modeling is weird.
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He’s Exploring Alternate Channels…
There once was a man in DC
Who wrote bill A11-03.
Before it was codified
Its contents were modified
And now it’s illegal to pee.
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Is This How Marketing Works?
Are you ugly?
Do you have a small penis?
Can you delineate the difference
Between a species and a genus?
If you answered no
To any of these questions
Then you’ll enjoy my poetry!
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It’s Working, Comrades!
I heard that Disney has discovered
A group of Russian bots
Has left many “Snow White” reviews
All filled with toxic thoughts.
I’m truly flabbergasted
That AI has come so far
As to accurately review a film
That deserves that single star.
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Gentlemen Prefer S#%^+ing At Home
If I can see through the ply
I think I’d rather die.
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The Daily Travesty 