Today is my birthday.
I’m seven days old.
From now on when they tell me
“Park the DeLorean”
I’ll do what I’m told.
Tag Archives: Postaday
Honestly This Is The Best Joke I Can Come Up With Tonight… So In That Sense The Poem Is Honest
I lied to you this evening
When I said that I was fine.
Truth is I feel rusty
Like I used WD-39.
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The Sexiest Acronym
There’s this fellow they call Y.I.
Everyone wants to F him, but why?
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Pilots vs. Hairdressers
Air show! Air show!
Lots of planes,
Tons of balls,
Questionable brains.
Hair show! Hair show!
Fewer planes,
Fewer balls,
The brain thing’s the same.
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The Pane Of Homophones
Sum folks dont knead it.
Other folks dew.
Eye’m speaking of coarse
Of voice two text apps. Dew ewe?
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99% Complete
70,020 updates
In a minute all are done,
So why’s it take an hour
For number 70,021?
The End Of A Cycle
The cycle goes around itself,
A blinding dash of red.
The cycle collapses on itself.
Is its rider dead?
The cycle’s wheels roll away
Down the cliff, a stony slide.
The cyclist stands, his bike in shreds…
Last time he’ll text and ride.
Meanwhile the cycle rolls away
To who knows where and when
Until, reborn, the scattered scraps
Begin the cycle again.
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My First Acrostic
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?”
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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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