Hey honey bunny,
Maybe you can help me?
I’m trying to think of a rhyme.
I need a word that means “nectar”
That rhymes with “rabbit.”
I’ve thought about it for a long time…
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Four Percent of Poetry Readers Will Understand This Poem – Stanza Six Will Shock You!
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It Was A Wednesday Morning
It was 9:00 AM
Then I turned the Youtube on.
Now it’s Saturday.
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Tag, Circa 2016
I used to think the male gender,
Was a role in which I fit.
I was happy being “he”
Until they said “you’re it.”
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For Those Who Can’t Wait, There’s Always Wrestling
Today’s a unique day
When tens of millions of men
Are depressed as they begin waiting
To see men in tight pants fighting again.
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My Superbowl Ad
If this poem were a commercial
Worth four million dollars
It would be filled with puppies
Running free without collars,
Their tongues in fluid motion
Lapping up a river of beer
As a celebrity drives an empty road
While shedding a single tear.
A song would fill the background,
Upbeat, with finger snaps
Sung by a choir homeless children
Wearing “Panthers 2016” caps.
It would have repeated dialogue.
It would have a big impact.
It would be better than what we actually saw,
And that would be a fact.
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The Guy On Your International Flight
Open, gaping maw
Swallowing my will to live.
When will you shut up?
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Finding The Next #1 Pick
I’m a talent scout
For your local Mickey-D’s.
I think you may have talent
For stacking bread and meat and cheese,
So if you fail a few more classes
I hope you’ll call me please.
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Find What You Love and Get Paid For It
I used to be the leader
Of a bunch of nasty thugs
Who cut on people’s bodies
And sold a lot of drugs.
But now I’ve finally realized
That those things aren’t cool.
Now I’ll use my skills to prosper
At Harvard Medical School.
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Don’t Judge Me!
I have a bit of a fetish
For chicks with webbed feet,
So when I heard of a “duck tape”
I went into heat…
Alas, the tape wasn’t naughty,
Nor even related to a duck.
Then again, when stuck between toes
It makes me feel ready to…
(Poet’s note: I removed some fowl language).
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Star Wars Episode IX: Return of the Common Sense
“Killing is fun,
Don’t get me wrong.
I love being a part
Of this white-armored throng.
I’m just saying
We’ve got a whole galaxy!
Why force-murder each other?
Let’s split it 50-50.”
The last poem of an unnamed Stormtrooper Captain (55-72 ABY)
His lack of faith was disturbing.
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The Daily Travesty 