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The Master Will Go Now

The fact that thrice you mentioned

That you don’t care about corn Jimmy cracks

Makes me think that your indifference

Is facade instead of facts.

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This Is My New Favorite Synonym For Buttcrack

I looked at the thong and what it covered

(Or more of what it didn’t hide).

I saw that arcing crack and had to ask

The most pressing question: “Butt Y?”

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When The Evil Witch Is On Social Media…

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder:

This much I know is true.

Logically, it must therefore follow

That you’re beheld by very few.

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The White Guy Equivalent Is “Orr and Stafford”

Which Mexican guy is a sailor?:

Señor Gonzalez or Señor Cruz?

Well, Gonzalez does the actual sailing…

Cruz just crew the cruise.

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My Superbowl Recap

Their once was an organized crime

Who fixed football games all the time.

Then a female singer

Put the crooks through the wringer

And black Tom Brady won with a dime.

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hAIkus

If you say to me

“Epistemological”

I will think you’re smart.

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If you say to me

“Cheese is made from poodle eggs”

I will think you’re smart.

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If you say to me

Anything at all, that’s fine.

I’m not built to judge.

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Woe Is Me (Millennial Edition)

“I need to write a poem”

Isa thing I say many a night.

That’s usually followed by a poem like this.

Thus is the artist’s plight.

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Fishing For Likes?

There was like a guy from like somewhere

Who like liked like things like like long hair.

He like like-liked this girl

Whose hair had like a curl

And he was like “I like like-like you. So there.”

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The Superbowl… Biden Vs. Trump… Yeah, We’re In A Loop

The groundhog saw his shadow

And the Summer’s coming soon.

Now we have another choice:

Giant meteor or typhoon?

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Live To Fight Another Month

There once was a man with a wife

Who, for some reason, valued his life.

Twas the week of the shark,

So he went to the park

Knowing she’s apt to wield a knife.

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