I hope that before I die
I’ll fart one million times.
That or curing cancer…
Or maybe writing rhymes?
Tag Archives: Travesty
I Almost Published This Without A Title (And In A Way, I Still Did?)
I want to skip my poem today.
The thought went through my head
And yet I wrote a poem…
Maybe I’ll skip leg day instead!
Filed under Poems
And Yet They Give These To Eleven-Year-Olds?
If I were a Pokemon master
I’d sure get to work a lot faster.
With my Dragonite I’d
No traffic abide…
On reflection, that would be a disaster.
Filed under Poems
What Do You Mean “Is It In?”
It started with the big floppy disc
Then they made a smaller floppy.
CDs came, then thumb drives,
And now we have the micro-SD.
I guess we can be grateful
That our storage is getting firm
But the reduction in storage size
Is making my male brain squirm…
Filed under Poems
Looking Forward To The Olympics
Americans love their football teams.
Canadians love their hockey.
Mexicans are the cross country champs.
In China it’s boxing (Not like Rocky).
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Genre-Dependent
Music is the universal language.
It can communicate to anyone at all
Things like “I have bad taste in music”
And “Girl, hop in! We’re going to the mall!”
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Meanwhile, Google’s AI Says…
If I had a nickel
For every commercial starring a white guy
I would have as much money
As the black people who aren’t in ads.
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Violets are black.
Roses are black.
Criminals are racially diverse
So cut me some slack.
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Sure, the future isn’t white
But don’t you worry! It’s alright!
Europe’s long past its golden days
And no one likes swimming anyways.
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What Boomers And Gen Z Agree On
I paid a lot of money
To see Bingo balls go “whir”
At the place I lost my savings
And the waitress called me “sir”.
It’s worth it for the privilege
Of putting five things in a line
And laughing with the others when
They call “I 69”.
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Proverbs For The Modern Age
Do not stand between a man
Who’s running and a bathroom.
Do not wear a pair of pants
With insufficient calf room.
Those who want to sell you crap
Will first tell you “Hello.”
If you’re out of shampoo
Do not substitute Jello
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Millennial Fantasies
Sometimes when I’m feeling blue
I try a little trick
Where I think I’m a Pokemon
Who’s very, very sick
And instead of going to my job
I go to the free healthcare place
And the happy nurse makes me feel better.
Then I punch my boss’s face.
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The Daily Travesty 