Cubists make square art.
Architects just nod and smile
Then make rectangles.
Cubists make square art.
Architects just nod and smile
Then make rectangles.
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Played Jenga at work.
Got fired. Well, okay. The morgue
Will run without me.
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If you eat some fruit that’s mushy
It’ll put a fire in your tushy.
If you think that it will not…
I’m writing on the pot.
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There once was a reader named collectionspeedyae66825e51
Who cut the wire on my post from two days ago and now it’s done…
Tomorrow looks at the news
And see what collectionspeedyae66825e51 did choose,
But for now I’m going to collectionspeedyae66825e5 RUN!
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Tick…tock…tick…tock…tick…
Will you cut the red wire
Or press the button?
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Airplane lands at 5:00
Off the plane at 12:03
Bag pickup at 9:00
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I drew an unflattering picture
Of my friend as a half-goat-half-man.
He didn’t understand it was satyr-ical
But I’m doing the best that I can.
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My only doubt about World War 3
Is whether it will be fought
By actual guys with an Xbox controller
Or the guy shooting back they call “bot”.
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Speeches are just plays
Where nobody remembered the part
Where you dispense with “further ado”
And let the acting start.
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