Part of making art
Is having sincere belief
That your crap is gold.
Tag Archives: Truth
When You Have To Do More Than One Creative Thing In A Day
There once was a D&D game
Hosted by this poet, the same.
It ended quite late
With most epic of fates
But as consequence this poem is lame.
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Patty > Bun, etc.
Pizza’s pretty yummy
And hot dogs taste real nice
But I can do without the carbs
And even sans the spice.
Instead of all that bready stuff
What I really want to eat
Is meat covered in melted cheese
Then covered in even more meat!
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After I Die, This Blog Will Be Considered The Highest Of Art
I watched “Everything Everywhere All At Once”
And all I can think about now
Is that a movie that makes less sense than my poems
Won seven Oscars somehow…
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A Boy Becomes A Man (Mouse Saga Pt. 2)
Snap crackle pop
Is the sound you hear
When you pour rice crispies
And have some fun.
Snap crackle pop
May also appear
When the mouse trap makes
Your husbandly duties done.
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Propaganda and Truth
An all-knowing fellow told the whole story,
Every secret, every detail,
But there was no crowd, no backers or profit
So truth was revealed but to no avail.
When spoken too slowly its skipped;
If spoken too quickly its not understood;
If frankly presented, forgotten;
If theatrically, laughed at, no good.
A fellow can tell the whole story
But regardless the truth will stay true.
And sometimes to listen and be open-minded
Is the best you can possibly do.
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JK Rowling Be Like…
If “I want women to be safe from men”
Is good to believe, please answer this then:
Why’s “I want women to be safe from men wearing dresses”
Causing so many social media messes?
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Tomorrow Will* Be Better
My family is here for the weekend.
My inspiration is not.
This poem has as much though into it
As people who name their dog “Spot.”
*Maybe
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I’m Just That Bad
The good news is I played Mario Kart;
The bad news is I didn’t win;
The good news is I placed 5th;
The bad news is only four were playin’;
The good news is I’m humble;
The bad news is my kart
Was twice as fast as everyone else
And had a six minute head start.
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The Daily Travesty 