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I Had An Idea And I Ran With It… Please Don’t Sue Me

I read a headline today

About some medical supplements

Who killed a baker’s apprentice.

I couldn’t help but say “oh boy.”

What else can you say

When you read in the paper

A headline that says

“Pills bury dough boy.”

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Also, I Seem To Be Getting Smaller…

I look like a million bucks

Which really, REALLY sucks:

I’m paper thin

With off-green skin

And my value’s always in flux.

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Questionable Pickup Line #473

If you see a girl you like

And say to her “my name is Mike”

Then it’d be a real shame

If that weren’t your real name.

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You CAN’t Win ‘Em All

If I CAN be CANdid

That which CAN be CANned

CAN make an author realize

That their idea doesn’t have

A logical and satisfying conclusion.

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Apparently, Caring About The Details Is Somewhat Important

Flashlight, flashdark,

Flash anywhere.

Just so long as you flash me

I really do not care.

Flashlight, flashdark,

Flash all sorts of beams.

I’ll flash you all you want

Every night inside your dreams.

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I-68, She Younger

I asked a gal if she wanted

To do the back-seat bingo,

Which is why I lost twenty dollars

To a gal who don’t know 50’s lingo.

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Mr. Lecter Helps Educate Recent Graduates

“Do what makes you happy”

Is what my first psychiatrist said,

So can you really blame me

When the shrink ended up all dead?

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A Blessing And A Curse

I’ve got a photographic memory,

A picture-perfect mind,

Only spoiled by the fact

That I’m 100 percent blind.

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Steak and Eggs

I splatter unborn baby birds

Onto a burning pan

And eat them with some cattle flesh.

It’s great to be a man!

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Nice Weather For Post-Commute Shenanigans 

The air was warm and friendly,

The sun a gentle golden light,

And the dirt was easily shoveled

Upon the corpse of the guy who passed me on the right.

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