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For Reference, The Question Was “Why Do You Need To Visit Congress”

There once was a venomous fly

That, with one touch, could make a man die.

It’s untraceable and yellow.

I’ll release it, dear fellow,

And that is my whole answer why.

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Murica

‘Twas the Fifth of July

And all through the room

People were sleepy

From lots of boom boom.

But we can take solace

As tinnitus lingers:

The worst of our neighbors

Now have but nine fingers.

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Plane And Simple

While early birds may get the worm

Another truth may make you squirm:

Early birds often get

Sucked into a jet

And thus, to sleep late, I affirm.

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Socializing in 2024

I’m at a party.

My phone is at nine percent…

My life is over!

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Debate Limerick, 2024

There once was a were roses were blue

Or they were red, but they can be that too

And they went oh gone by the thing

And the… he’s a bad flower and I’m king

And we beat medicare and covid is a jew.

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Still Better Than Poetry

I applied for a new job today

With better benefits and pay.

It’s that eel that pops out

From a rock, looks about,

And goes back inside 10,000 times a day.

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Am I Sexy And Dangerous Now?

Roses are red.

Vegans are pale.

When they read my blog in 10 years

They’ll probably put me in jail.

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Vegans Rejoice!

If you advertise a place

For a Weight Watchers meet and greet

But it’s not an officially-branded event

Is that an imitation pork meet?

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This Poem Is Sponsored By Thulium… Because Atomic Number 420 Doesn’t Exist Yet

I hope we never discover

Another element for the periodic table

‘Cause you know they’d name it “Deeznutzium”

Or something like that if they’re able.

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Juneteenth

Today’s the day we celebrate

When the government was two years late

To tell the slaves that they were free

And now owe tax on property.

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