A riot is when you’re angry
So you burn and steal money.
A riot’s also when you laugh
Because something is funny.
A riot is when you’re angry
So you burn and steal money.
A riot’s also when you laugh
Because something is funny.
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I set my piggy bank on fire
And it burned for seven days.
I threw it at the police
And they murmured their “Oy vey”s.
I watched the burning money fly
Precisely, without fail,
And thus have I invented
The Mazal Tov Cocktail.
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Here’s to George,
The man who died,
And in so doing
Showed it’s safe outside
To gather en masse
Without pandemic fears.
May he be remembered
When the next “plague” appears!
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If someone stomps a snail to death,
Then snails burn down a city,
Why is that conducive to
Making people think snails aren’t shitty?
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