Life is an X-Rated video game
And we are the gigantic foes
That stop young players from seeing things
Until their character grows.
Tag Archives: Truth
9/10 University Professors Think This Acronym Is Invalid…
If you’re like me and I’m like you
You hear a lot about LGBTQ,
Perhaps even about BIPOC,
But never about SPWCOV.
Now it’s important to tolerate
Those who are gay, lesbian, trans,
And those who are bisexual
And whatever it is for which “Q” stands,
It’s important to have empathy
And remember the plights
Of those who are indigenous
And all the other non-whites,
And women deserve a mention
So the feminists can’t fine us…
But what about the Straight People
Without Color Or Vaginas?
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…That Was When Elon Musk Got A New Idea…
Some fear that robots will steal our jobs
But that’s not the future I see…
After all, what robot has the power
To turn any liquid into pee?
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See, I Can Still Write Sonnets!
If I had good fortune to get bit by
A radioactive beast of some kind
And gained a superpower related
Here’s what superpower comes to my mind:
I would be bitten by a human dad
Of a small child, aged between three and five
And gain power to really steal noses
From any human who is now alive.
I would wander town to town in a mask
And say, “Got your nose” to a passer-by
And see the annoyance turn to shock when
They see that what I said is real, not a lie.
Then I’d put their nose back and fly away.
I think that would really make someone’s day…
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A Bit of Hot Air
I used a hand dryer
In the public restroom
After I went to the beach.
I expected it
To dry my hands,
But it delivered a political speech.
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And Yet We Keep Voting For Them…
Politicians are like a bag of chips
That appear to be mostly air
But then they take the chips away
And say “You’re healthy now. See? I care!”
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Worth The Price
In a world where being smart
Will make you mistrusted,
Where telling the truth
Makes one seem maladjusted,
Where showing compassion
Invites social scorn,
Where condemned are the happy
And praised the forlorn,
Where the vicious are wealthy
And the meek can’t inherit,
Where you’re judged by one’s look
And not by one’s merit,
I hope you’re condemned
To what’s nearly infinite
So when the world becomes worthy
You’ll still fit within it.
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Why Hitler Is The Silver-Medalist of Evil
The inventor of homework they tell is
A guy named Roberto Nevelis.
I don’t know about you,
But sounds like a guy who
Will experience firsthand what Hell is…
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Then I Gave Death the “Come Hither” Look…
Whenever death may lurk nearby
And threaten you with pain
Know that if the threat is true
You’ll never watch a debate again…
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It’s “Queeva,” Actually…
A young Irish man in his prime
Loved a lassie who gave him a lime.
He said, “Darling Caoimhe,
“I’ll never leave ya.”
And yes, that does actually rhyme.
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