Step 1: Think
Step 2: Don’t
Step 3: At 11:00
Give up at write “bloant.”
I’m grateful for my blessings.
I’m thankful for my friends.
My family’s a wellspring
Through which all my trouble ends.
I’ve so much joy I’ll lend it out
To those who need to borrow,
But I won’t express my gratitude;
I’m saving it for tomorrow.
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Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony.
Scooby and gang ripped his face off
Proving he’s a phony!
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I never thought I’d be happy
To lose the shirt off my back,
To run out of money, be told I’m not funny,
And become some animal’s snack.
I’d never thought I’d be happy
To have that stuff happen to me
And as it turns out they still haven’t
So I guess life is going as expected.
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I’m a bit of a shut-in,
A nerd I confess.
(A semi-pro poet?
Now who’d ever guess?)
But today I got social.
(Is he out of his mind?)
I got out of the house
Leaving nerddom behind.
At 8:00 AM sharp
I watched children play chess
Then I drove to Canada
To play Pokemon (yes).
Then I played a game
Of Sekigahara
Which is about Japanese folks
Whose names rhyme with Ishikara.
I ended it all
By taking a friend
To an improv show based on
The D&D trend.
I got home at 11:00
And 51 minutes.
It’s good to know I’m
A nerd no longer, innit?
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You know Jumanji,
Zathura and such –
Those movies where board games
Get to be a bit much?
I think this election
Is the Jumanji-equivalent
Of Monopoly, where rich people
Make voters ambivalent.
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I wish upon a shooting star
Brightly passing in the night.
The light, sustained, grows ever closer
So I wish with all my might.
And as the light turns fiery red
The star keeps coming closer still.
I hope my wish comes true yet I
Begin to doubt it ever will.
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A picture is worth a thousand words…
I’m sure there’s a poem there.
Normally I’d be lazy and post a picture
But tonight even that much I don’t care.
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Way way back in time
Before to burp was an imposition
And male dinosaurs ruled the earth
And female dinosaurs stayed in the kitchen…
Editor’s Note: This poem was never finished as the poet was brutally crushed to death by a vengeful time-traveling she-brontasaurus who is also your mother.
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