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Don’t Talk To Strangers, AKA Board Games

I walked up to a stranger

And promptly said “I’m bored.”

Turns out he’s a genie.

“I’ve heard your wish, my lord.”

Alas, the genie’s spelling

Was unfortunately poor,

And that’s the tale of how

I became a two-by-four.

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Love in the Time of Gigabytes

I wish that we were pixels

Brought to life by LED.

I wish that ones and zeroes

Were all there was to you and me.

I wish we could reload our save

Whenever we had a fight,

But instead we’ve got reality

To see us through the night.

Our lives would sure be simpler

If the internet had a guide

To tell us what we need to share

And what we need to hide.

We’d get along much better

If you could simply pay

To get extra relationship points…

Oh wait, that’s Valentine’s Day…

I wish that we were perfect.

If I could make it so, I would.

I’m not perfect, nor are you,

But I’m content with good.

Yes, life would be simpler

As little dots of light,

But instead we’ve got reality

And with you, that’s quite alright.

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Not The Adventurous Sort

If I could be any animal

For just a single day

I would be a human

‘Cause right now my life’s ok.

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Never Bring Home A Genie

I know a gal who’s a genie

Who I found in a bottle of wine.

She grants my wishes now and again,

But she’s certainly no friend of mine.

Sometimes when she grants me my wishes

I still have an urge just to throttle her

‘Cause the wishes remain ’til she clogs up my drain,

Then they vanish when I try to bottle her.

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My Wishes (The plasma gun song)

I wish I had a Plasma Gun

‘Cause that would be a lot of fun.

You can bet I wouldn’t set it on stun!

I wish I had a Plasma Gun.

 

I wish I had a Lightsaber

And a suit of armor like Darth Vader

And claim paternity over total strangers.

I wish I had a lightsaber.

 

I wish I had a Jetpack

Because it rhymes with Net Hack.

Flying through the air with a backpack,

I wish I had a Jetpack.

 

If I had all these wishes

I’d shoot and lightsaber some fishes.

Then I’d fly away with my bitches,

And I’d never again wash the dishes!

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