sometimes when taking a shower
or staring out the window into the rain
i like to theorize about supply chain efficiencies
and how if Covid taught us anything
surely it was that we do not really need
fifteen different flavors of hidden valley ranch dressing.
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a poem for the times we find ourselves in
It was hot on the twelfth of July,
and the people all started to fry.
don’t liken a lichen
don’t liken a lichen
to a room like a kitchen
unless stonehenge is a mere pile of stones
entry log
i have not tasted
chocolate for ten days.
what more is there to say?
(not) sorry
i’m sorry i didn’t write you a poem today,
but there was just one face stuck in my mind.
limericky
there was a young woman who said
“it’s happened! the thing that i dread!”
Baltimore
according to family lore
we own all of old Baltimore
the woeful demise of sir launcelot de fenestrare
sir launcelot de fenestrare was a knight with a most haughty air his king he’d annoy — and the whole hoi polloi — with his long-nosed and steely-eyed stare so his brothers in arms had a thought (which evolved to a sinister plot) they sent out their spies to plan his demise so that no…
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there was a man named art garfunkel
whose trousers were starting to rumple
mother bun
mother bun thinks it’s fun
to nest beneath the tool shed