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Tag Archives: Travesty
My Evening
Fourth and seven Bills:
Kincaid almost got the catch…
Well #*$&… Go Eagles!
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Pay The Bills, Or Pay The Refs?
In this divisive political era
We all have the power to choose
If we will sit idly and watch life happen
Or to fight back and help evil lose.
That’s why I ask you to kneel and pray
For the fateful occasion tomorrow
And ask whatever divine you believe in
To cause the Chiefs justice and sorrow.
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So, SO Ber
I am the guy who doesn’t drink
But you would never know.
I order fancy cocktails like
A coke and H2O,
A margarita with just the rocks,
A daiquiri sans gin,
A Moscow Mule without the lime
And hold the liquid sin.
These lines and others have done me right
And now I’m proud to be
Watching some Youtube on Friday night
Just I, Myself, and Me!
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That Guy In Front Of You’s Philosophy
Red light? Stop!
Green light? Go!
Yellow light? Apparently
That one means “drive real slow”.
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Shoulda Sat?
Lonely toilet, late at night.
I don’t need no stinkin’ light.
Wait? Why don’t I hear a splash?
Oops! Guess that bowl was the trash.
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Pets
A dog can be bouncy, beautiful, brash,
A lover of children, a chewer of trash,
A pooper, a woofer, a good boy or girl,
Who can sit, stay, roll over, shake hands, even twirl.
A dog is a friend, a companion, a pillow,
With fur short like mown grass or long like a willow.
A dog will be loyal. Meanwhile, a cat
Will be catty, get fatty, and thus that is that.
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A Meme Is Born…
It’s been 6 hours since Donald
Gave a speech at Capitol Hill
Expressing his opinions
And imposing his Donaldly will
But the question that America
Will be asking is not about that.
Instead, we’re asking what’s the deal
With Melania’s mile-wide hat.
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The End Of An Era
There once was a puppet named Joe
And what he did he doesn’t know.
Tomorrow he leaves
And while blue-hair girl grieves
We’ll welcome back orange MAGA bro.
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Technology Peaked At The CD Rom
If a company offered a product
That did not require ongoing billing
And was free from both ads and AI
That company would make a killing
And yet we get apps for our parking,
Our banking, our clothes, our TVs
And sure, they sell our lives to China
But at least the law makes them say “please”.
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