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Tag Archives: Short
Hunting, To Some
A little bird called me cheap
So I murdered it,
Not because it called me cheap
But because I’m an asshole.
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Very Little Planning Went Into This Poem (Or My Day In General)
It’s late.
I’m tired.
Trump says
“You’re fired.”
I lack
My mind.
People who can’t see
Are blind.
I waited
So long
To write
What’s wrong
Yet still
My other stuff
Is often worse
So there. *Huff*
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Perhaps He Should Have
They say “be polite,”
“Use your manners and be kind.”
If I wanted to be a diplomat
I’d have gone to college, mind.
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My Anti-Drug Treatise?
Great Scott would eat no pot.
His wife was also clean.
Their afternoons were generally normal
And they did not live in Colorado.
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Prudent Historical Decisions
There’s a reason there aren’t dentists
On that South Dakota mountain
‘Cause then they’d have to call it “Mount Brushmore.”
For taste there’s no accountin’.
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Never Elect A Plant
Power corrupts
So flower power
Can cause, for some,
Hydrangea dange’a.
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I Realized Recently That I Have Been Writing Very Short Poems With Extremely Long Titles, And I’d Just Like To Say That After Today That Won’t Happen Anymore… Probably
I’m just sayin’.
Feel free to weigh in.
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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 Daily Travesty 