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Smoothies

Whenever I start hating humans

I remember that someone created

A cup that spins knives in the bottom

That cut food as its electrically gyrated

And it makes a smooth mixture of flavors

From fruits, sugar, protein, et cetera.

Sure, some people still put veggies in

But it still makes you feel better, huh?

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When You Have A Questionable Job And Media-Literate Coworkers

Today I went back to work

And I had an amazing day

That was absolutely fantastic

In every single way!

I got paid well and my colleagues

Are fine, upstanding folks

And I’m sharing this with you

So I don’t get fired for writing jokes.

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Portmanteau-tally Wonderful!

My wife is ultradorable

And superfect as well.

I think she’s megawesome

And my only fear is she’ll

Come home with a horse one day

That she was drunkenjoying

Because, although she’s gigamazing,

She can be equestriannoying.

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Legitimate Question For The Floridians (Sending Love From Washington State)

So in the warm parts of the world

Where the snow never falls in December

Do they still play the same Christmas carols

Or some songs Northerners don’t remember

Like “I want a gator for Christmas”

Or “Chestnuts roasting in a forest fire”

Or my particular favorite:

“There’s no snow to shovel when I retire”?

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*#%^ing Algorithms…

A long time ago

When iPods were new

There was a cool button

And what it would do

Is shuffle your music

So your tunes would play

In a randomized order

And people said “Hey

“This feature is awesome

“But it doesn’t quite do

“What the ‘shuffle’ descriptor

“Implies you want to.”

Now twenty years later

A CEO said

“Nah, it’s still good enough”

And then went off to bed.

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Guess What Part Of The Movie I Wrote This During?

What if we had a recognizable person

Talk over some muzak

About a mega corporation

About which they’re unenthusiastic

And we’ll have an inoffensive joke

Where a dad does something silly?

That’ll make people desire

To pay us willy-nilly!

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Heroes

There’s a man I admire. He’s a rock star

And his lyrics have changed my life.

He accompanied me from a basement alone

To a home with my wonderful wife.

He told me his son has a hero

And it isn’t the guy that you think,

Not the man who’s inspiring millions

But the guy who fixed up the sink.

I’m content now to not be a rockstar,

To embrace all the skills I don’t see

Because somewhere a hero is watching

And perhaps is inspired by me.

I’ll endeavor to be the example

Of the way I think normal should go.

We can all be a hero to someone

Even if it’s someone we don’t know.

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Ode To Brian Thompson

There was an insurance exec

Who got shot in the street. What the heck?

But instead of mass fear

Folks just let out a cheer,

Now relieved of one pain in the neck.

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A Poem For My Wife On The Occasion Of A Duty To Her Peers

‘Twas the day of jury duty

And through the courthouse

Most groups were still waiting

(They’d just called in “mouse”).

The judges were hoping

For non-psycho jurors

While my wife was pining

For sofas and purrers.

One hundred dollars

Awaited those selected

To sit in the waiting room,

Tired and dejected,

But some of those gathered

Would be chosen to act

As one of a dozen

Who would justice enact.

The thrill of deciding

A dumb person’s fate

Might be tempting for some,

But not to my mate.

She wanted to go

To her job or her house,

Not to wait for a call

For “Octopus”. (Nope, still “mouse”).

And then, with a flash

And a low-level clatter

A sentry emerged

And did hush all their chatter.

“I’ve news for you all”

The page said to the bunch.

“We don’t need you right now.

“Take an hour for lunch.”

And so wifey departed

In search of a bite

With an intrusive thought

That she’d be here all night…

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True Confessions of a Dungeon Master

So I spent 7 hours

Writing history and motivation

For a character who will capture

My players’ imagination.

They walk up to the character

And immediately leave

And then adopt an NPC

I randomly named “Steve”.

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