I is for my mother.
C is for my dad.
A is for my feelings.
N is for an impaler, namely Vlad.
T is for seismology.
S is for uninspired.
PEL is for impatience.
L is for “Am I Fired?”
Tag Archives: Postaday
What Else Did I Get This PhD For?
What would you do
For a million dollars?
Some would sell their souls
Or become sales-callers.
Some would kill, some would cheat,
Some would steal, some would rage,
But I’ll just work 80 years
Earning minimum wage.
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The Poem That Convinced 300 Million Americans Not To Eat Giraffes On A Regular Basis
I live, I laugh,
I breathe, I smile.
I’m a giraffe
And my name is Kyle.
You wouldn’t kill me
For my meat.
So thanks for that.
You’re real neat.
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Important Decisions
I put as much thought
Into this rhyming verse
As Count Dracula put into
Choosing the model of his hearse.
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The Inverted Cockroach Speaks Out
I’m lying on the floor
Rocking back and forth
And sobbing
But no one stops
Or offers sympathy.
Racist A**holes.
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What I Look For In A Lady
I’d be wary of a felon
But she needn’t be a saint.
She eats food almost every day
And will very seldom faint.
She has two eyes, two nostrils too,
And her scalp is topped with hair.
Her days are always better
When she has access to breathable air.
I may sound picky when I say this
But she should have a mouth that can open.
Is there such a perfect girl?
Well, ’til we know, here’s hopin’.
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Art Appreciation, Chapter One
Visualize synchronicity:
The epiphanies stimulate
Largesse and postulation.
Improvement is realized through
Calamitous virtues,
And that is why pigs are green.
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The Night Owl’s Fear
I’m quite afraid to say
But there’s been a terrible mistake:
It’s before 9:00 AM on a Sunday
And I’m up, about, awake!
I’m not tired, droopy, moody.
I’d say I feel okay.
I guess I’ll go to bed again
And hope it goes away.
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It Works For Both Of Them
It’s 3:00 AM
And there’s nothing to eat
So I mudered my neighbors
And fried up their meat.
Then I turned on the news
And what did I see
But “2016 Election Coverage”
And a picture of me. 🙂
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Not For You And Me
Grew up in a place
Wouldn’t know
Where pronouns have no place
Or so said so.
Before call something
Might regret later
Know that shouldn’t
Be a hater.
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