Fish don’t sweat
And cars don’t bleed.
Plants don’t poop
And dogs don’t read.
Knives don’t smile
And rocks don’t get lither.
Why should she care
If I don’t do that stuff either?
Tag Archives: Silly
What Is Humor?
The quality of being amusing,
A mood or state of mind,
To comply with someone’s wishes
Or, to kids, the word “behind.”
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Suffice To Say The Narrator Is Not A Philanthropist, AKA Can I Get This On A T-Shirt Please?
Like a church without a steeple,
A Costco that’s not full of people,
A girl who doesn’t like a bunny
Or a kid who thinks fart jokes aren’t funny,
Like a bracelet without a clasp,
A crossword puzzle without the word “asp,”
Like warm fresh bread without the yeast
Or cannibals who never feast,
Like raindrops falling with the snow
Or a hallmark card by Edgar Alan Poe,
Like a duck that only sinks
Or someone driving behind you that thinks,
Like a straight man enjoying “Magic Mike,”
Someone else’s chihuahua that people like,
A University that welcomes drop-ins,
Or “Liam Neeson stars as Mary Poppins.”
These are things that don’t exist,
That can’t be seen and won’t be missed.
They are like what you’ll become
If you ask me for money, Mr. Bum.
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Raindrop Responds To DeMarco’s Invitation
The life called “thug”
Is not for me.
I like a sit-down
When I pee.
I do not like
When I am blamed
And when I burp
I feel ashamed.
I do my best
To stay hydrated
And instead of “you’re wrong”
I say “that can be debated.”
I think guns
Are loud and scary.
I admire Hermione
Moreso than Harry.
No, the thug life’s
Not my scene
But you have at it!
(Just don’t be mean).
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On Dreams And Insights
As a kid
I never dreamed
I’d win a Nobel Prize.
Never did I
Imagine it.
Never did I surmise
That I would be
A hero for
Bringing new ideas to light.
I didn’t think
I’d make it
And so far I’ve been right.
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Competitive
Jack said “I bet” I can hold
My breath longer than you.
We shook hands and I staked cash
Knowing it wasn’t true.
Then I inhaled and so did he
Our cheeks and chests puffed out
And we proceeded with not-breathing
With the hope of earning clout.
15 seconds later
We both were doing fine.
We both were getting tired
When we hit a minute nine.
The suffering really started
At a minute thirty-two
And when we hit two minutes
We both had turned quite blue.
Another 30 seconds
And another after that.
Even though my name is Dave I
Hallucinated I was Matt.
A minute then another
Then an hour, then a week…
Neither of us dared exhale.
Our lungs just wouldn’t leak.
And when the comet hit the Earth
And brought the end of days
Jack and I, two zombies,
Saw the error of our ways.
We held our breath for eons,
‘Til the East became the West.
In our undeath we’ll break the tie
By seeing who can piss the best.
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Barely Illegal
Going twenty-eight in a twenty zone
While casting glances at his phone
With his lap belt fastened but not his shoulder
And an open bottle of water in the holder.
He drove on through a yellow light.
He flashed no signal but still turned right.
He’s of a group of scofflaws such
Who’ll break the law, but not by much.
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Good Bye ‘Til Next Year, With Artificial Birds
Rubber chicken,
Plastic duck.
The year is over;
That’s just our luck.
Ceramic peacock,
Wooden goose.
Next year is nigh
So I must vamoose.
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A Warning To Insects, Politicians, And Others Of Their Kind (AKA Welcome To The Watchlist Thou Crappy Poet)
“Glorify me!”
Yelled the beetle
Before he was squashed
By old Mr. Cheadle.
So if you think you’re important
You’d best think again
Or else be on the lookout
For little old men.
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Racial PSA
Some claim my speech invalid
Because my skin is pallid.
Some think you can’t be right
If your skin blends into night.
But what we all agree upon
Be we dark or pale
Is that we’re superior to
The common goose or quail.
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The Daily Travesty 