Fresh cut french fries,
Lavender breeze,
Dusty sweat after a ballgame,
The salt of the seas,
Lime, peaches, and sunflowers,
Grandma’s garlic spaghetti:
Yet you decided to spritz on
“Testosterone Yeti.”
Tag Archives: Travesty
America’s Great Mistake
Wild turkey
Powerful majestic bird
Bald eagles are overrated
Turkeys are tasty
And kind
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Birth, Youth, Life, Dying, Hell
To buy a shiny dump truck toy;
The dream of every little boy.
A loud and topless red machine;
The dream of every male teen.
A pickup and a minivan;
A father, yes, but still a man.
A growling beaut older than he;
A man who can no longer see.
An environmentally friendly car;
Wait, f*** that s***! You’ve gone too far!
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If Only We Were Still Wearing Masks…
The bird flu killed my chicken.
It killed my brother’s duck.
I heard a peacock died as well
With just a sickly cluck.
The price of eggs is rising
But what worries me even more
Is how when all the planes die
Plane ticket costs will soar.
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How Kids Tell Stories
‘Twas a Wednesday like any other
Except the part where mother
Put our pet fish in a tank
And then the army came
To get their tank back
And also the part with the lizards…
My favorite color is orange.
Privacy Would Be Preferred Tonight
There once was a Valentine’s Day
When I wasn’t alone (it’s today)
But I lacked the foresight
To post a poem before tonight
So here you go. Now go away!
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Propaganda and Truth
An all-knowing fellow told the whole story,
Every secret, every detail,
But there was no crowd, no backers or profit
So truth was revealed but to no avail.
When spoken too slowly its skipped;
If spoken too quickly its not understood;
If frankly presented, forgotten;
If theatrically, laughed at, no good.
A fellow can tell the whole story
But regardless the truth will stay true.
And sometimes to listen and be open-minded
Is the best you can possibly do.
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Attack of the Alabaster Basil from the planet Flaccidpookum (Or Why Originality Is Not As Important As You Think)
It was a normal day in the white house,
Or so President Smellingsalt thought…
Until the sky opened and blood rained down
Like the street corner prophets were taught
And a sprig of an herb, aromatic and pale
Smote the Earth and declared “I’m your master!”
And the humans proclaimed, “Oh no! What the heck!
“It’s basil that’s somehow Alabaster!”
And the basil proclaimed from celestial height
“Yes, people of Earth. Your statement is right!”
But what happened next to the humans did shook ‘em…
The basil declared “I am from Flaccidpookum!”
After that day life was largely the same
Except people drank a lot more hoppy beers.
The saddest part is this poem’s more original
Than anything Hollywood’s made for the past dozen years.
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Love Song, Circa 5th Grade
Love is like anything;
It makes you feel stuff
And when you experience it
You might just go “whuff.”
It’s sort of like “Whoa now”
And also like “Whee”
And that is what true love
Feels like to me.
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JK Rowling Be Like…
If “I want women to be safe from men”
Is good to believe, please answer this then:
Why’s “I want women to be safe from men wearing dresses”
Causing so many social media messes?
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The Daily Travesty 