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This Is Just Facts

There once was a pokemon game

Where you chose your rival’s name.

It was probably “Ass”

Or akin to that class

But the new pre-named rivals are lame.

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Or, You Know, A Crippling Depression Once A Century Or So…

I don’t believe in giving the government

Unlimited power to spend

Because what if they give

Drum sets to all who live?

See how badly all this could end?

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Guest Poem From My Wife As She Sits On The Couch Playing Pokemon, Expecting Me To Rub Her Feet

We drove home today

People need to learn to drive

Terrible traffic

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Truly A Saying For Today’s Loquacious Politicians

All is fair in love and war.

All is not lovely in warfare.

All is war in a love affair

And I’ll just end this poem there.

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It Was This Or Eight Pre-Scheduled Haikus

There once was a poet (that’s me)

Who’s vacationing tomorrow at sea.

I’ll be gone a week, and lack

Internet access (Alack!)

So I won’t publish for a while. Sorry!

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If It Works For Shakespeare, Why Not Rock?

We have so many electric guitars

And so many chimps in the zoo

And yet humankind

Has not had the mind

To try out combining the two…

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In One Ear And Out The Same Ear

If I ever try to be president

I’ll be a republican household name

Because if the other sise doesn’t like me

They don’t know how to aim.

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#PoetrySports

Today I ran a 5K race

And lost at pickleball

So my writing motivation

Is hovering around “none at all.”

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Heaven Forbid!

I’m sensing some commonplace themes

That is fear of fascist regimes

Where government’s shrinking

And people start thinking

And grocery receipts don’t cause screams

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Precedent

The man who has never seen an oven mitt

Will call you a fool

And flip you off with burnt fingers

After grabbing a turkey from the oven bare-handed

So maybe don’t care too much

About what other people think

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