I will start by saying
Haikus have five syllables
In the first and third lines.
Tag Archives: Stupid
When Gen Z Starts A Gang War
I think it’s just a matter of time
Before injured people try
To eat all the food in their inventory
Expecting not to die.
It’s sort of like the Tide Pod challenge
Mixed with “Supersize Me”
And when it becomes a TikTok trend
I hope you don’t despise me.
Filed under Poems
“Housing Prices Are Becoming More Affordable” He Said Between Bites Of $50 Celery
In October I didn’t write any posts
And apparently all of my readers were ghosts.
This month I wrote things, and here’s how it went:
My views went up 234 percent!
See, when you take big things and make them real small
It doesn’t take very much effort at all
To make a small number look very excitin’
And that’s economics presented by Biden.
Filed under Poems
Watching The News
I, for one, am grateful
That 24 hours a day
I can turn a TV on
And learn I’m not ok
‘Cause someone in another state
Is angry and insisted
That the government fix an issue
That I didn’t know existed.
I’m glad I can be angry
On demand, and also wary
Now that I know a deadly thing
Is affirmed as “very scary”.
I’m also glad these stations
Are translated totally free
To whatever political language
Is most offensive to me!
We’re lucky seven corporations
Tell us the woes of corporate greed
While insuring that we’re well-informed
About what brand-name crap we need.
Anyway, I’m done complaining!
Now excuse me as I go
To learn about the trans kids
Swimming here from Mexico.
Filed under Poems
My New Fitness Plan
Some people think that spending
Forty bucks a month or so
For exercising at a gym
Is just the way to go.
I think that cancelling the gym
Is the same as getting paid
Forty bucks a month to not
Work out. I’ve got it made!
Filed under Poems
Hunter’s Ted Talk
Remember when we were in grade school
And the winner of every fight
Wasn’t the guy who said “I have infinity”
But “I have infinity plus one”, right?
Well yesterday my boss said “You’re fired”
And I said “No, I’m infinity fired plus one”
And now I’m on the board of directors
And also the president’s son!
Filed under Poems
Jacques Strap? (Comment A Better Title… I Dare You)
They called me “french-fry fingers”
‘Cause I’m just that bad at bowling.
See, oil gets all over the ball
After it starts a rolling.
Then it hits the bowling pins
And knocks down one or two.
Emotionally salty, physically oily,
And that’s why. Comprenez-vous?
Filed under Poems
What, You Expected A Point?
If a “house plant” is a thing
A “home tree” should be too,
As should a “duplex flower”
And “skyscraper bamboo.”
But perhaps my favorite combo
(The others are still great though)
Is either “Airbnb broccoli”
Or else “hovel tomato”.
On “Inciting Incidents”(Bonus Points If It Involves A Historical Artifact)
It doesn’t require much talent to be famous.
There really is near nothing to it
As long as you don’t care what they name us
And don’t care if you need to live through it.
Filed under Poems
Still Better Than The Crap You Read In High School
I was sick of using imagination
So I Googled “Poetry Inspiration”.
The website said “Write a poem about
“Blue sand and red crabs.”
Thus: Two crabs, clad in vermillion
Brought in cash about a million
And they bought the really good stuff
That they make in science labs.
They cut it with their claws
And broke like fifty laws
But by the end their point of view
Was “Drugs are good and sand is blue”.
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 