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Video Killed The Radio Star, But Older (Enhanced Interrogation Edition)

I feel sorry for the guy

Who invented the torture rack,

The iron maiden, the eyeball-scooper thing,

And other tools to make folks crack

Because all of his inventions

Were obsolete in 1723

When Pierre Fauchard came to town

And invented dentistry.

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I’m Sorry I Asked

“Why do you have a dog poop bag

“If you don’t have a dog?“

“I still have poop though, don’t I?“

-Conversations from my jog

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Golfing

One under is a birdie.

An even score is par.

One over is a bogey.

What I got is a Zanzibar.

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Indian Fireworks Vs. The Legal Crap

Fireworks and fireworks!

Kazam! Kazee! Badoo!

One flies up and lights the sky;

It makes me think of you.

Fireworks and fireworks

Far as the eye can see!

One flies up and fizzles;

It makes you think of me.

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How To Reduce Noise Pollution And Increase The Average IQ In America In One Morally-Grey Step

So folks are setting off fireworks

On the night of July 3rd

And at first, I’ll admit I was tempted

To flip such folks the bird.

In the spirit of peace and happiness

I instead propose humbly

To instead give them drugs and fireworks

In massive quantities.

Sure, this year the death toll

May be massive, but I say

It’s a way to purge the people

Who can’t wait just one more day.

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9:30 PM

Body, toasty warm

Snuggled up with heavy eyes.

Bladder says, “What if…”

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There Will Be Signs…

If I ever say

“Let’s play some Monopoly”

I’ve been body-snatched.

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This Isn’t Hanukkah… One Day Is Plenty

July 4th is a holiday

At least here in the USA

That’s currently four days away

But some folks think that it’s ok

To have a firework display

Every single night and day

Instead of waiting. Now I pray

That those people will go away

So when upon my bed I lay

Into dreamland I’ll go and stay.

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Where Do The Colonists Sign Up?

So when you die the tax man comes

To take of your estate

While you pay tax on a hospital bill,

Pine box, and granite slate,

Then wear taxed clothes to the funeral.

You’ll arrive in taxed-gas powered cars

Which is why I will die as an astronaut:

‘Cause there’s no taxes yet on Mars.

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Summertime

When I spray the hose

I can make rainbows appear

In our living room

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