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Still Better Than Modern Pop

Yesterday

All my motivation went away

Now I’m writing you this poem today,

A parody

Of yesterday.

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What? You’re Not Immediately Buying My Books? I Guess The Stock Music And Multiracial Couples From The TV Do Something After All…

There once was a guy and his dog

And they read limericks on a blog.

Now he’s married to a hotty

And he drives a bugatti

And he owns a sweet mansion in Prague.

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How I Don’t Miss It

There once was a prospective miss

Who offered a lackluster kiss.

I just stood there thinking

“I could’ve gone drinking

“Yet I ironed my shirt just for this?”

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Billionaire Dads Be Like

“Daddy, I want a spaceship”

Were the last words my son said

Before I gave him a spaceship

And sent him off to bed.

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I Miss The Good Old Days… 2015

There once was a man from Ohio

Who didn’t put pronouns in his bio.

He works hard and makes money

And he married his honey

And why can’t this be status quo?

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Alohahaha

If I take off my Hawaiian shirt

You may think I intend to flirt

But when the Hawaiian pants come off…

Hey, wait a sec! Did you just scoff?

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Oh Wait… That’s Youtube

Instead of another reality show

Where half-naked people live in the wood

A show where people make huge pillow forts

Would do us a whole lot of good.

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I’d Get Arrested In Europe For Writing This…

There once was an American leader

Whose mind was starting to peter.

He said “Easter’s the day

“Where we normalize gay”

And some people still think this ain’t theater.

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Life Hacks

If at first you don’t succeed

Just open Word and type in “Nead”.

Autocorrect will fix everything.

You’re welcome y’all. Yours truly, King

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Yay Vegas?

Tomorrow I’ll wake up at five in the morning

And sit in a cramped airplane seat

To fly to a place where sinning is rampant

And I’ll probably melt in the heat.

I’m very excited and honored and blessed

And I don’t want to sound like a jerk

But I feel I’ve been lied to when somebody said

“It’s great when you travel for work.”

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