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Rental Property In A College Town

So you’re in need of housing

And you’re the budget-concious type, right?

Well I’ve got an arrangement

That will surely have you swipe right!

Now, first impressions matter

But second chances matter more

So don’t pass too harsh a judgement

Just ’cause it doesn’t have a door.

The walls have unique colors

But all’s not what it seems.

Some folks don’t think it looks at all

Like puke and shattered dreams.

If you’re one who likes hunting

But like to stay inside the walls

You can satisfy both longings

With wild game that roams the halls.

When it rains you won’t need faucets.

When its hot a breeze comes in.

When it’s cold you’ll make a fire,

Which in my book is a win.

So if your shattered ego

Is numb enough to stay

You’ll get the cheapest rent in town:

A thousand bucks a day!

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Involuntary Green Party Inductees Share Their Stories

Clumps of verdant

Pungent green,

Thicker than

I’ve ever seen.

Green as moss

In the city park,

Thick and tough

As cedar bark.

Tufts of emerald

Large as deer,

As far as you

Can see and hear.

Aromatic green

As wide as can be…

I only can wonder

Why it’s growing on me.

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The Water-Carrier’s Son

If your life is a “1” out right now

When you’re dead it might be a “10,”

Like the ancient Greek guy, Thermos,

Who’s laughing his ass to death again.

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Fortune and Glory

I wish I had a job

Like Indiana Jones

Where I could make good money

Examining human bones.

But Dr. Jones’s job

Is great in other ways

Like the fact he has no limit

To his paid vacation days.

I’m not an archaeologist

But a poet and musician,

And as I write I realize

I am in a position

To take endless vacation days

Like Dr. Jones would do.

“Travis T. and the Crystal Skull”

Coming soon to theatres near you.

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The Splatterpainted-Red-Canvas of Poetry, Expressed Through The Mediums of Brownish Colors, [Theoretically] Edible Birds, and Leavened Grain Objects, Vol.13, AKA Sundays

Beige chicken wonder bread!

Boredom flowing through my head.

Tan turkey whole wheat toast!

Today’s a better day than most.

Brown ostriche gluten free!

That’s a day that’s right for me.

Ochre phoenix sourdough!

Now it’s time for me to go.

(Semi-related food for thought: what would happen if you ate a phoenix)?

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Weird Bob Gets Dumped

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?

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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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