Can’t say much more about winter than shit it’s cold. Is spring here yet?
May your stuffing be tasty. May your turkey be plump. May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious and your pies take the prize, and may your Thanksgiving...
So much love… for someone else. For me, I’m cold. So cold I started a fire. In your backyard. Feel the warmth yet?
I get kind of corny. What were you thinking? Oh… I know what you were thinking. Shame on you.
Some poems are happy and heart warming. Others are realistic and depressing.
Poop can feel good Poop can feel bad. Poop can make you happy Poop can make you sad. Poop will always stay Poop will always be there Poop will give you stress More than...
You cat lose when you’re Batman, or when you write a poem that mentions Batman.
You’d think writing a poem would be easier. What rhymes with bacon? Ah, who cares? Let’s just eat some bacon.
Babies are like poems. They’re beautiful to their creator but to other people they’re silly and fucking irritating.