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There once was a hip hick named Rick
Who had a hip hick tip so sick:
Counting crows' rows with Bo's hos
And hoes' toes with Flo's nose,
Rick's hip hick tip tricked Rick's dick to flip.

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The original of this I wrote in 2011, but I have updated it to reflect both the changes of politics and my ( Read more... )

One day a young girl from St. Croix
Asked a genie to make her a boy.
It made two little snips
To cut off her nips
Then it gave her a penis, what joy!

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I found this poem I wrote some unknown time ago. I was considering publishing it, but I wouldn't know where, and it's so much work for so long to do that, I just don't want to go to that much trouble when I could just hit "post entry." And it's such an amazing poem! Told from the perpective of... well, you'll see ( Read more... )

There once was a man in Nantucket,
Who married a man born in Phucket.
He got up one day,
Realized he was gay,
And now he bends over to suck it.

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Hey,
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I tend to have this problem, wherein I am usually a firm believer in an afterlife and reincarnation, but sometimes - usually at night when I'm trying to go to sleep - I get worried and terrified of death, thinking "What if there is no afterlife? What if there is no soul and nothing happens to us at death but blinking out of existence?"1 Well, since ( Read more... )

Amy's grandmother recently died, and she has been naturally very upset. Last night I wrote this poem in honor of this woman I have never met, but who helped shape Amy into the wonderful young woman she is now ( Read more... )

"Poem of No-Praise For The Orphan-Maker ( Read more... )