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Airplane.

$The airplane is crashing! No, it\'s not. The airplane is crashing! It\'s jsut turbulence. The airplace is crashing! Oh, the wheels are on the ground.$

I am off to Northern WI. Smell you later.

August 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Duck Pond.

$Full of popp. Only two ducklings. Darwin would say, \"Get the hell out!\"$

August 10th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Zombies Riding on Dinosaurs.

$Man, it doesn\'t get worse than that! You are not safe in your tall treehouse. The zombies will climb up on, Their little green friends, And eat the brains right out of your head. Don\'t you wish you had a shotgun? And a moat?$

August 8th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Zen Jerks.

$Take your peaceful demeanor, And shove it up your ass. I am pissed, And you make it worse. Besides, you\'re passive agressive.$

July 3rd, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Teenagers Are Our Future.

$Our future looks terrible. Might as well kill us now. Have you seen their teachers? We\'re doomed. Actually, I guess they\'re doomed. So, who cares?$

June 4th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Contagious.

$You got me sick. I am not sitting on my couch for vacation. Ohhhhhh, no. I am lying here, in my own sick. Miserable, and don\'t you forget it. I can\'t reach the remote. My head hurts. I smell funny. Barf.$

May 28th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

The Economy.

$The economy has gone straight to hell. They took my savings and my security. They want the shirt right off my back. It\'s not a good shirt. Torn flannel, broken buttons, coffee stains. It doesn\'t even fit you. Don\'t be such a jerk. Please give me back my shirt.$

May 23rd, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Things Not to Read.

Get it?

May 21st, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | 1 comment

Tragic.

$Aw, that is so sad. I can\'t believe that such a thing is true. It makes me want to die. Drown in my own sorrow. Jump off a bridge. Acutally, it makes me want to throw rocks at othee people. There, now I feel better. Poor neighbors.$

May 8th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Exhausted.

May 6th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments