Whoever invented the word “grotesque”
Deserves a raise. Alas
That went to the guy who named
The muddy brown parts of Earth “Morass”.
Whoever invented the word “grotesque”
Deserves a raise. Alas
That went to the guy who named
The muddy brown parts of Earth “Morass”.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did Humpty Dumpty fall?
I am the mirror that sees all
And sometimes when the Clintons call…
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God is perfect, but
Counterpoint: Cilantro though…
I doth rest my case.
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When in doubt
Just sound it out
(Unless your words
Are “when” or “doubt”)
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There were horse legions;
Now they are a metaphor
For far-as-heck stuff.
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They swung their nunchakus
We dropped two nuclear bombs
Now they make cartoons
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If you have a form of ‘tism
It may be a blessing or flaw
Depending on whether its “nepo”
Or more on the spectrum of “au”.
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Everything is food to something
And food is a wonderful gift
So don’t think too much about presents
And embrace your omnivorous thrift.
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Roses are still red,
My business is finished,
And now I will sleep
For my stress is diminished.
Violets are purple,
My stanzas are two,
And I hope that you have
A most peaceful night too.
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