High school reminds me
of why I should stop asking myself
on how to write dirty summaries instead of lyrical ha! Ha! Adolf.
I enjoy logging out
of burning man jams
and resolution dumbasses.
My 2am grew a testicle
Shhh… it’s trying to win a poker game.
How many robotic arms, does a New Zealand rabbit DNA lady
have to bench-press toilets?
I make bad poetry sound like a toaster.
What if Ted Nugent discovered the first jump-rope?
Would that make him a sexist?
Can you tell the difference between Matthew Mcconaughey
& a ukulele?
What makes us so special?
Nothing, only that we still use 10% of our brain,
My 2am sings Frank Sinatra –
why do I even bother talking to a milk carton,
this will result with me watching 24 hour marathon of Jerry Springer.
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