There once were some nerds from Puyallup
That imagined some monsters to wallop.
They played D&D
‘Til they passed level 3
And yes, that’s an actual place… Puyallup.
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Or They Might Just Be Cats… But I Feel Like This Gives These Deadly Predators Some Character
I wonder if the tigers at the zoo
Feel embarrassed when they have to poo
But they’re too proud for admitting
That they’re timid about shitting
And that’s why they always look so blue?
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The One-Question Political Test
What is the answer?
a. Jesus
b. Patriarchy
c. Climate Change
d. Freedom
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Phoning This One In…
There once was a phone with low battery
That I tried to charge with some flattery.
I said, “Hey there Samsung.
“You look very well hung.”
But it died and now I can’t be chattery.
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Ooh! Proof! Also Pool And Book And…
All good things have double o’s
And not just double-o-seven.
There’s good food and a good poop
And good wood can be heaven.
Also see spoonful of sugar,
Parenthood, toothsomeness, and the zoo.
Unless you’re a toothless bloodthirsty cooter
I’m sure you’ll agree with me too!
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When Nobody Gets You But Your Online Friends
A pack of wolves descends upon
The injured doe, devouring
All they can reach, the meat which they
Find ever so empowering.
Behind the pack, one wolf holds back
And types into its phone
“I’m vegan and my family’s like totally weird
“Hashtag wolf, hashtag lone.”
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Enthusiasm Has Its Limits
They put a DVD
In the Nintendo Wii.
They told me “Just Dance”
So I ripped off my pants
And now nobody’s playing with me…
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Degrees Of Sinfulness
I asked the preacher “Hey what if
“I steal a loaf of bread?”
The preacher answered “You’ll be judged
“In Heaven once you’re dead.”
I asked, “What if I kill somebody
“But I confess before I die?”
The preacher said “The Lord will judge
“If your intention is a lie.”
I asked, “What if I hog
“The bathroom before work?”
The preacher said, “You’ll go to Hell
You [Sinful language] jerk!”
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When Life Gives You Mucus, Make Poetry
I’m still sick after 96 hours,
Plentiful pills, and hot, steamy showers.
I feel lousy, and still poems I write
So give me some pity likes! And with that, good night.
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The Daily Travesty 