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Why Do You Think The Moon Is Trying To Grow Ever Closer To Us?

I think the moon is angry

(An observation and a warning)

Because everyone says “Goodnight Moon”

But they never say “Good morning.”

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When The Kisses Miss The Missus

When you refuse my kiss

I feel something’s amiss.

When you deny my peck

I think “What the heck?”

When you dodge my caress

I feel some duress.

When you deny being osculated

I feel emosculated.

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Audubon Abbreviated

A group of owls is a congress,

A group of crows, a murder.

Anything else just call a flock

And you’ll pass as a birder.

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New England Whalers (I Looked It Up)

Since I’m now in the habit

Of poems that are quick:

Whoever named Sperm Whales

Was really a dick.

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A Bad Choice Does Not Imply That It’s Alternative Is Good

The tiger is a fancy beast

That thinks of you as Fancy Feast.

If you’re not a fan of dyin’

You should only hug a lion.

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I’m Sleepy, You Have Low Expectations… Let’s Compromise

Brevity is a virtue…

Perfect rhyming too

I have one of those

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Middle Class White People

Today I drove home on a road full of cracks

Past a tent city filled with the needy

To hear how the state gave 85 billion

To terrorists, but somehow I’m greedy?

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Excuses, Excuses (Published August 20th Wink wink yay time zones)

Tonight I went to Alaska

In my imagination

For a very lively

Nine-minute vacation.

The reason that I took

Was to say that it’s alright

And my daily streak’s unbroken

Thanks to an imaginary flight.

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All of History (Fade and Repeat)

Someone said “Let the good times roll”

And folks said “Yay” and “Wow.”

Then someone said “Disease exists”

And folks said “Quit rolling now.”

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But They Only Had Spoons… #Tragedy

Today I ordered Sierra Mist and a fork

For lunch at a drive-through.

Thus ends my presentation:

“Why I have more fun than you.”

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