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Because She Took All The Liar’s Money? Or Is He Ridiculously Honest? Either Way, He And His Brother Are Standing By A Fork In The Road And You Probably Have To Ask Them Where Their Town Is Or Something

If I had a nickel

For every time I lied

I would have zero cents

And a supermodel by my side.

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Golden Slipper

I slipped on a banana

And fell on my butt

And it excited me

Because you know what?

Everyone told me “you’ll never

“Be yogurt” but I fought ‘em

And now look at me!

I’ve got fruit on the bottom!

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All Breast Meat

If you were a mother and became a zombie

And started a life with you lil zombaby

Unlife would seem great when you lurch from the hearse

‘Til it’s time for the zombaby to nurse…

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Artistic Priorities

Today I was a DJ

At a wedding for my friends.

It was great, but tiring

And thus this poem ends.

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Deep Thoughts

I think of all the seaweed

The one that gets the most teased

Has got to be the kelp

‘Cause their name rhymes with help.

I think of all the jewelry

The one suffering the least tomfoolery

Would have to be the silver

By the same logic as previously.

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Preview of the State of the Union, 2023

Socks suck!

That’s an absolute fact.

They make your feet sweaty

And fail to attract.

They’re itchy and tubular,

Brown, black, and white

But if paired with some sandals

I guess they’re alright…

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The Racist Test

Asians are little.

White people are bigger.

The next largest up

Would have to be the magnitude of panic in your eyes when I start reading this poem on the streets of any major city at night.

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But Oh That Tan…

The heat is getting hot in here

And the sun is really sunny,

Unlike when it rained so hard

It was damp and unfunny.

I like it when it’s hot sometimes

Unlike my colleague, Heather

Who thinks she’s good-looking enough

To talk about the weather.

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…Play Dead… Yeah, That’s The Whole Joke

If I were a possum

And also a poet

I’d write while I’m scared

And the writing would show it;

I’d start a stanza

But when filled with dread

I’d

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It’s The Thought That Counts?

I wrote this poem earlier

But published it tonight.

I hope you find that tactic

Is both fair and alright.

I did it ‘cause when I am tired

And weary from the day

My poems are bland and meaningless,

But so’s this one, so hey!

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