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Labor Day

Happy Monday everyone!

Take a day off! Have some fun!

This is your chance to relax and be free

By sitting for hours and watching TV!

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Chck/Kchck

My pronouns are just

The sound of a pump shotgun

Loading one more shell

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Duolingo

I may not be bilingual

And my accent might be bad

When I speak a foreign language

With the lessons that I’ve had.

Still I claim that I speak Turkish

On my resume at work;

I can say “My owl is well-tempered

“But my bobcat is a jerk”.

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I Feel Like There’s A Word For This…

Do you ever just feel exhausted,

Like you’re sleepwalking while horizontal

But instead of moving around

You sit in a weary font, dull?

And then you’re so tired your mind drifts

And you hallucinate vividly for an hour

And then find yourself in the morning

And you’re rested? That’s my super power!

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You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get

They say life is like a box of chocolates

But I think it’s more like a Chinese buffet:

You get to eat as much as you can manage

But if it’s chicken or a puppy, who can say?

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Talk On The Streets

There once was a potato named Joe

Who forgot how to talk on a show.

He had a sidekick

Who was black and a chick

And what’s that I hear? Overthrow?

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Almost Heaven, West Virginia?

There was an affordable city

That wasn’t all dirty and shitty.

Then it made the news

And earned plenty of views

And Californians are coming… a pity!

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HR Strikes Again

Barbecue at work.

Brought wieners and hot fresh buns.

Now I’m unemployed.

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Another Reason Not To Trust Rhyming Dictionaries

I think if I were an animal

I’d be a sea anemone

Because they’re not a popular animal

And I like to be left alone.

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Luckily My Bills Only Go Up 10 Percent A Year

When you read a job application

And ask what the position pays

And the interviewer says “It’s minimum wage

“But each year there’s a 3-percent raise!”

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