There’s this fellow they call Y.I.
Everyone wants to F him, but why?
There’s this fellow they call Y.I.
Everyone wants to F him, but why?
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Turkey, chicken, ostriche, duck.
Tonight I do not give a.
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I wanted to let you know
I wrote this poem on the toilet.
I thought it best to keep it brief
In case that secret did spoil it.
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No one warms my heart like you do,
For three minutes on medium heat.
Our families and neighbors judge us harshly
But I’m glad, to you, I’m just a piece of meat.
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Once again I’ve been so busy
Doing other things
That I struggle to write a poem
Before the new day rings.
I’d say the quality suffered
But to do so would be a sin
For these poems had no quality
With which to begin.
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And on the seven-million-fourteenth day
The Christian God said “let there be
“An era of slow internet.”
No other explanation do I see.
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Korea is a country
I do not know much about.
Japan is a country
Whose cartoon characters look caucasian.
Thailand is a country
That knows what cooking’s all about.
Good China is a country
We only use on special occasions.
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I’m just walking,
Nothing special going on,
When I realize suddenly
That you’re absent, gone.
My sudden epiphany
Hits me right in the spine,
So I said “watch out for the drop”
To the next guy in line.
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My baggage is here.
I’m safe and happy
Which means once again
These poems will be short and crappy.