Just stand here and look around
And see the zombies, hear the sound…
You’ll be ok. The only failing
Is if you trip over the railing.
Tag Archives: Short
A Winter Drive Haiku
Twinkling blacktop ice
Gleams like diamonds. I turn right
But my car goes left.
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Not A… Not B…
“Nazi” is a word we say
When people think a certain way
That is different from what we
Are told the world’s supposed to be.
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“Hey Guys! What If We Hijack The Playoffs And Pretend It’s A Cool Innovation Instead Of A Paywall? I Bet Nobody Will Cancel Their Subscription The Day After.” -Some Peacock Exec, Probably
There once was a streaming station
Who aired a playoff game to the nation.
The broadcast was bad
And no one will be sad
If the ratings show as “Devastation.”
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I Actually Don’t Know… I Just Write Too Many Eight Line Poems
We played D&D
For nine hours today
So my brain is quite fried
And I hope it’s okay
That this poem is brief,
Just seven lines long.
“Why not eight?” you ask?
Sometimes Leaning Into The Delusion Is The Best Antidote For Delusion
I think we should make the minimum wage
A million dollars an hour
So we could see the system collapse
And redefine the balance of power.
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When Your 12-Year-Old Tells A Dirty Joke
A missionary and his doggy
Went to town via 69th street.
This poem would be longer
But I don’t know grownup sheet.
Seahawks Fans Right Now
There once was a team called the Bears
Who thrust my clan into despairs.
They sucked at a sport,
But so do my cohort
So at the end of the day, who cares?
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“Daily” Travesty… That Was A Joke
I am in a cabin
Eating French fries with my wife.
Poetry is great and all
But then again so is my life.
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If I Transcribed My Entire Thought Process While Writing Jokes Instead Of Just The Finished Product
There once was a suburban dad
Who was a most serious lad.
He never told jokes
To his kids or his folks
And because of that they all were sad.
Now that you feel sufficiently guilty…
What did the dog say to the octopus?
I like bones.
Get it? ‘Cause he’s a dog?
Laugh, or I’ll read you the limerick again…
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The Daily Travesty 