I feel like at this point
Most people would agree the
Invention of social media
Was a really bad idea,
While at the same time saying
“We can do nothing about it”
And most of those agree
That they could not live without it.
The same has gone for junk food,
Fancy coffee, cigarettes:
We consume them faster
Than we process our regrets.
I look forward to the day
When we look at that list
And add the important footnote
That governments shouldn’t exist.
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There once was a poet-slash-spy
Who was quite the mysterious guy.
He’d write the last thing he’d think
In invisible ink
.
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I wonder if goats
Ever look at ghosts
And think
“If not for bad spelling
“That could have been us…”
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All that is gold does not glitter;
All that is green does not grow;
But all that is orange and all that is silver
Will not have an easy rhyme though.
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Spring chicken, tell me what you see
Beyond the veil of this unyielding world?
It is a strange thing, to be sure,
And I’m not sure I understand it
In my mind or heart
But still I trust, for I asked and you answered
“Puckaaaawwwwww!”
I shall strive to live by those words.
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Some days you are happy
And some days not so much,
Like when you’re buying groceries
Like bread and fruit and such,
And you put a bag down
And unbeknownst to you
A pineapple falls out upon
A chair not in your view.
Later, when you’re tired
From putting food away
You sigh and stretch and yawn
And then you murmur, “What a day.”
Some days you are miserable;
Some days you sing and dance.
Today I did both, for I sat without thinking
And also without wearing pants.
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Yesterday, my neighbors
Put on a firework display
Although it was illegal,
But everyone was like, “Okay.”
And so some normal people
Broke the law, and yet someone
Still thinks that no criminals
Can buy an illegal gun…
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“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
Is just a longer way to say
“Be like a bee.” Butterflies suck.
Also, bees die when they sting, so ok…
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I am a homeless student
Who’s unemployed so, knock on wood,
I won’t have any homework
So I guess my life is good.
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There once was a guy named Kibau
Who lived on a farm with a plough.
He once swore a vow
Never once to say “Ciao”
And you get the point: Spelling is stupid.
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