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Everything Else Signifies Subtle Loathing

If your cat attacks you

It means he wants your love.

So does meowing, purring,

And leaping on you from above.

But if your cat ignores you

And poops in the flower bed

It means “Yeah sure, I love you

“But don’t let it go to your head.”

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Is There A Saint Dick Or A Saint Mickey As Well?

I am the type of person

Who will see the pearly gates

And confess all my discretions

Where redemption thus awaits

Until forward steps St. Peter

And unto me he does declare

“I am Peter”, and I giggle

And am promptly sent “down there”.

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Never Gonna Give You Up

I left an item in a shopping cart

Seven years ago.

I still get advertisements to this day.

I wish I were so smart

That I could only know

How to make my hairline work that way.

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A Travesty Guide To The Identification Of Wild Berries

Blackberries have thorns

And grow up in the wild.

Whiteberries are bad at basketball

And their bathrooms are well tiled.

Asianberries have good grades

Which means they understand

That whiteberries are not a thing

And this poem got out of hand.

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The Consequences Of Bad Parenting

Where once there was a monument

There’s now some mossy rubble.

The world was once a peaceful place

But now’s awash with trouble.

The air is filled with fire

And the sky is full of ash

Because your six-year-old ignored you

When you said “Don’t do anything rash.”

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Sort Of An Umbrella Poem About… Well, You Get It

Sometimes a banana is just a banana

And a tree is just a big, stiff, and girthy

And if you don’t know how torpedos fit in

Then your mind has yet to become worthy.

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I Am Become Dum Dum Tss *Xylophone Noises*

Sometimes I wonder about the guy

Who took the default background photos

Or composed the ringtones for the popular phones

Or wrote the “you’re on hold” jazz

And I wonder if they are proud

Or ashamed of what they’ve created,

Sort of like the nuclear bomb

But without the violence

And they can watch anime in peace.

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I Could Go On, But I Don’t Want To Peacock

I wish we called colors by animal names

Because it’s infinitely more awesome

To paint a car shark instead of just grey

Or pour cream ‘til your coffee is possum.

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The Origin Store-y

There once was a farmer

Who started a battered women’s shelter

For cows, and it was so full

That out of the stables

They sold books for profit

And that’s how you got Barns and No-Bull.

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Softball Questions

There once was a baseball glove

Who, with a human, fell in love.

You may doubt, but I’ll confirm it:

They lived together, but he’s a her mitt.

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