There are many lovely people
In the world that I have seen,
Yet many would be lovelier
As part of Soylent Green.
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Pestilence, Famine, Death, and War:
These are the mythic Horsemen four.
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It’s An Important Step!
There once was a griller from Harding
Who didn’t click his tongs twice before starting.
What happened next makes
Hiroshima seem low-stakes
And now God’s set the world a’ restarting.
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20th Century Art History
So around the 1900’s
A bunch of artists said
“What if, instead of pretty things
“We just made trash instead?”
And thus “modernism” started
Until 1970 or so
When artists became “post-modern”
And nobody came to their show.
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Road Trip
I’m a hundred miles from home
And I’m all topped off on gas.
I’ve got four all-weather tires
To propel me past the pass.
I’ve got all my tunes on CD-rom
And 12 donuts ready to bite.
I’m ninety-nine miles from home now
And there’s the check engine light…
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Fine Is Fine
Yesterday I wrote a poem
Full of soul and thought
And edited the verbiage
Reflecting how I thought.
Today I rhymed “thought” with itself
And started the next line.
Inspiration comes and goes
And that, my friends, is fine.
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Saving Time, Anyone?
I spent an hour writing this poem
And it would be my most precious gem
If the hour that I had spent writing it
Wasn’t this morning at 2:00 AM.
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Get It… Terrific?
I’ve heard people say leftists are happy
With Trump’s economics. A specific
Comment I heard is that they are feeling
A really strong feeling of tariff-ick.
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Let Freedom Ring!
Imagine a world where all is at peace,
A world without hunger or toil,
And ponder how easy a thing it would be
To go bomb them and take all their oil.
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Shakespeare 101
Once in fair Europe two men
Were squabbling comedically when
The audience got bored
So they pulled out a seord
And everyone dies in the end.
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