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Goodness Me, Is That More Than 100 BPM My Good Sir?
When your heart beats really fast
That’s tachycardia
(Or so the doctors would have you believe).
But if your heart beats quickly
And you’re upper-middle class
It’s classycardia. (Ok, I’ll leave)
Filed under Poems
Pronunciation Matters
The church tells us
That prejudice is bad.
On the other hand, pre-Judas
Were the best years Jesus had.
It’s A Product And A Profession (Not Cannibals… The Other Bit)
Cannibals be like:
“Poultry farmers over there!“
“Chicken tenders! Yum!”
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Innocence Dies First, Closely Followed By Spontaneity
Being an adult
Means you schedule things like sex
And video games
I Write While Sleepy On The Couch Before I Go To My Bed To Not Fall Asleep For Half An Hour
It’s bedtime again.
Tomorrow I go to work.
Life is Groundhog Day.
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An Honorificabilitudinitatibus Love
I called her pulchritudinous.
She called me eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious.
Both of those are compliments
In case I made you curious.
English Empire? Hold My Beer…
We asked Canada to become a state
But they responded with only hate.
What was poor America to do
But extend the offer to Venezuela too?
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The Daily Travesty 