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7-9-7

If you make a long haiku

With too many syllables in it

Nothing changes. Lighten up.

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And Then When WordPress Deletes Your Spaces Upon Publishing So You Have To Right/Center Align Stuff Instead… That’s Having An Editor!

poetry

is the art

of making things

really hard to

read

through

arbitrary

spacing

and forgetting to capitalize words

Unless

They

Make

An

impact

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Gentlemen Prefer S#%^+ing At Home

If I can see through the ply

I think I’d rather die.

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Bille Nye The Science Guy 3, Starring Chris Rock

We’ve finally reached the place

Where Hollywood’s gotten so mid

Black actors are turning down starring roles

And bringing milk home for their kid.

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Know Your Role!

Women are possessed of powers

Men cannot explain

But sitting on the toilet for half an hour

Is strictly man’s domain.

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Late Night?

Growing up is when you play

D&D 12 hours a day.

Being an adult is when your Bard

Says “It’s 9:00 guys. We worked too hard.”

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Another Unifying Political Policy… Almost

I think most people are open

To human sacrifice. However

We disagree on who gets picked

And who will pull the lever.

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Thank You For Calling

Your call is very important to us

So please enjoy this ditty

Until your soul gets old and grey.

Alas! It’s such a pity

That this call is very important to us

Yet all that you can do

Is stay on the line until nothing is fine

And the call’s not important to you.

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Mind Needs To Be Restarted Before Upsating

My mind is free of clutter

And my thoughts are all pristine.

My brain is not a’flutter

And neither is my spleen.

I haven’t an idea

Nor a pondering or musing

And anyone who makes me think

Is cruising for a bruising.

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The River Of Time

There is a bridge entangled

In the jungle of our life

That spans a tiny river

That’s no wider than a knife.

On one side of the river

Is the Friday Party deep

But with me on the other shore

It’s shallow and we sleep.

In every life there comes a day

When you’ll cross unto my bank

And when you do you won’t cross back

And you’ll have age to thank.

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