You may look real classy
In your souped-up chassis
And yet prove to be asses
When you read “chassis” as chasses.
Tag Archives: True Story
I’ve Looked At Actual Books And Faces In The Meantime
Two weeks ago I left behind
A big part of my life…
And I don’t speak of small stuff
Like a job, a church, a wife…
I left behind the means by which
Most others at me look,
By which I mean the platform
That we know as the Facebook.
And since I stepped away from it
I noticed there’s a sky,
I haven’t heard “impeach Trump”
Nor been annoyed by those who try,
I haven’t argued even once
Or leered at female friends
And my days are nine hours longer
And I don’t care whom that offends.
My IQ’s jumped twelve points so far.
I may have lost some weight.
I talked a bit with strangers
At the bus’s boarding gate.
I went outside three times this week
And didn’t feel lame
And though some folks may still hate me
I don’t comment on their blame.
So overall un-pluggedness
(Or less-pluggedness if we’re honest)
Has made me ever happier,
Less pale, and a bit more modest.
Now instead of saying
“Here’s how my life should be”
To friends I haven’t seen in years
Now I can just be me!
Filed under Poems
Thar’s Lookin’ At The Bri’ Side!
I went to bed at midnight
And woke at 5:00 AM
Happy, peaceful, prepped to seize the day,
“But its early” I thought
And so I hatched a plot
To sleep a few more hours anyway.
Now its just about 11:00
And I’m achy, sick, and bored
Wondering what the heck went wrong.
Now I’ll get dumped and buy a gun
And call up Brooks and Dunn
And maybe this day can be a country song!
Filed under Poems
Thank You! I’ll Be Here All Night
I’ve got another story
That I thought I’d share with you
And unlike most of my others
This one is completely true.
I’m stuck in traffic, driving
Down through Portland, OR.
At one time people thought “let’s go”
But apparently not anymore.
We’re driving behind a Tesla
With a vanity plate
That reads “UNSTPBL.”
Its driver I do hate.
I know most folks are decent
But my opinion’s going askew
Thanks to Mr. 100K a year
Who has 15 IQ.
I could probably go on longer,
And (we’ll see) perhaps I might.
I’ve got 400 miles ’til I get home
And that’s a lot of night.
I’m glad I don’t live in LA,
New York, or Portland too,
But if you’ve got a book I can sign
Come to I-5 exit 242.
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An Only-Somewhat-Exaggerated Tale Of Today (Dedicated To Seth)
Today I drove a thousand miles
From WA to San Jose,
With a bunch of flaming morons
Tailgating me the whole way,
Weaving through the traffic
Like quilters yearning for death
All behind a mini cooper
Going 20 (License Plate: IMSETH).
As I recline, safe somehow,
On my Californian bed
A realization formed inside
My woeful weary head.
I-5 South, the freeway
A thousand miles through crazyville
Should better be renamed
The route of all evil.
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Oh, Also My Fans, Whether Or Not They Give Me Money
Today we express gratitude
For all that we enjoy.
I’m grateful I can eat a lot
Of meat instead of soy,
That I’m allowed to shoot a turkey
But can buy one at a store,
And for fuzzy fleece blankets.
That’s what I’m thankful for!
Filed under Poems
The Terrible Luck Of Being Born Into Non-Dysfunctional Cultural Paradigms
Yesterday, on Facebook,
I saw an event
That a friend wanted to,
In the future, say they went.
It was a play by Young Jean Lee
Called “Straight White Men,”
And, somewhere in my soul
I thought “Lord, not again!”
So I read the description
Of this play, ’cause ’twas late.
It said “a comedy about the people
“Who we all love to hate.”
Now that was enlightening,
And since then I’ve learned
Racism’s when white men feel good
About all that they’ve earned.
So as a straight white man
Who lives in a place
Where the windows aren’t broken
And walls aren’t defaced,
Where all violent crimes
Are, in general, rare,
I learned that such luxuries
Just aren’t fair.
I learned that I’m “privileged,”
‘Cause my life doesn’t suck,
That I’m not a poor druggy
Quite simply by luck,
That my checking account
Still has money to spare
Not because of good choices
But because life’s not fair.
Straight white men are evil
For being ourselves.
We should donate our homes
To black people or elves.
Up ’til now I’ve lived honestly,
Tried to do what was right.
I see now that’s impossible
Because I am white!
Filed under Poems
Your Chance To Lose Money Is Finally Here! (Hi Clive)
You could put your money on the Cleveland Browns
For Super Bowl Any-time-in-the-future,
But that wouldn’t help anyone,
Let alone this poetic moocher.
Instead I’ve got a different way
To part ways with your cash
Which is by going to my Patreon
And putting it in my stash.
To those of you whose common sense
Says “but money is important”
And the thought of spending it seems, to you,
A little bit abhorrent
I’d point out that your cash will go
To helping me survive.
Nothing’s really better than supporting the arts
Except, perhaps, being named “Clive.”
But since my name is David
And your name’s probably not Clive either
Hop on over to Patreon
Like you’re an eager beaver.
If you don’t pay, the poems won’t stop;
You’ll still get these Travesties daily.
The only difference is, to get my food,
I won’t have to resort to a gladiatorial melee.
(Which is good because I’m skinny and bruise easily).
Filed under Poems
People Who Don’t Know What “Masticating” Means Are Going To Think This Poem Is Weirder Than It Actually Is
My hands are very cold
As I stand outside at night
Typing in this crummy poem
Because I just have too, all right?
Earlier I was occupied
With eating what I was masticating
But as I suffer in the moment
I regret procrastinating.
Filed under Poems
Feed Me!
Hello dear readers!
I’m here to announce
A new opportunity
On which you may pounce:
My latest collection
Of poetical stuff
Is now featured on Amazon
As purchasable fluff.
The link is below
If you care to explore.
If you buy it I may
Be able to go to the store
And put food on the table
(Or just eat food in bed).
You know what to do.
Thanks to all! Thus, I’m fled.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
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