I try not to joke too much about rain
because what if it rains near a hospital.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
New Criticism
Hey everyone what if there was a type of literary theory
called schizophrenia literary criticism
where the main goal was to read the text
and figure out the meaning of all the secret messages
that are directed to you personally
that are directed to you personally
Anonymous
Sheila did
not know where to sit at first when she got to the AA meeting. The group ended up putting the chairs in a
circle and introducing themselves. When
they got to her, she said, "Hi I am not really an alcoholic but I wanted
to come to this meeting because I have another addiction which is trying to
please people and use people to get attention for myself."
"Hi,
Sheila," said the group leader.
"this is an open meeting so you are welcome to be here but this is
a group for alcoholics and that is not really the kind of addiction that we are
here to help with."
"Honestly,"
said another member to Sheila, "I take offense to your using the group
that way."
"Well
for me it is a big problem, the way I just sign up for everything and do a lot of volunteer work to impress
others," said Sheila.
"I
don't understand how you could come here and compare that to what we have to
deal with," said another group member.
People
seemed to be getting mad, so Sheila decided to leave.
"I am going to leave," she said, "but before I do, do you guys mind posing for a picture for my facebook page?"
"I am going to leave," she said, "but before I do, do you guys mind posing for a picture for my facebook page?"
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Bonus Poem
On Judgement Day,
when God sifts through my poems and says
actually only one of these counts as a poem
and the other ones are really what we would call
"mild expressions" or "profane offenses that
jeopardized the future of humanity"
you know what
I wont let it get me down guys
I will say well I guess I am just a one poem poet
and it's a good thing that poem
was a prayer
asking God to give everyone
5 million dollars and a pet guinea pig
and a magic coke machine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and a magic coke machine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poem
Spaghetti with meatballs and cheese and sour cream.
It starts with the microwave and ends like a dream.
I like the yummy yummy things that help me have good days.
And poems like this are likely just a part of some odd phase.
And poems like this are likely just a part of some odd phase.
I am the fourth guinea pig.
Over the lands of rolling thunder
with the horizon glimmering past the cages dawn,
Fred, Roger, and Dave eat their breakfast,
and I eat my ice cream cone,
free from the oppressive bars
that separate the burden and life,
free from the growing sentiments of discontent
and dwindling waters.
I am the fourth guinea pig who finds the day,
who shuffles around and drinks a coffee drink.
Who uses my freedom to check on the others.
I am the fourth guinea pig.
I am the fourth guinea pig.
One of the Pizza Poems Ever Written
Some people are getting a little sassy around here
and I think it's because they want ice cream
or because the air conditioner is loud
or because they applied for a job
or because it's pizza time it's pizza time.
Ok let's everyone calm down.
We can get a pizza.
Pizza pizza pizza pizza
This is not a joke everyone.
Hi Is this is the pizza place?
Do you have my credit card number on file? Why is that?
I dont understand why that is okay but I would really like a
pizza.
Well which kind would I like.
Well I think you probably know that and more if you have my
credit card number.
Ok yes I do want cheese and bacon and pineapple.
Yeah I did okay on that school paper but the teacher said my
joke was rude.
Ok yes please deliver the pizza this time.
I am assuming that you have the key to my apartment.
Ok the pizza is in the oven.
What? It's in my
oven?
Warming up because you guys already made it and brought it
over?
Because you knew I would want pizza today after taking the
extra anxiety medicine?
Yeah it is true because the panic attacks came back
when my sister said not to give her kids cotton candy.
Oh I guess you knew about that.
Ok because there is a pizza place at the beach too.
Well I wish you guys would have helped yourself to a slice
or two.
Oh you did? Ok and you got some limeade from the store.
Ok and some ice cream.
Ok well that is great then I will talk to y'all next week.
Oh yeah I do have that volunteer event Friday.
Ok so it will be a couple of weeks and yeah I would
appreciate if you would bring back my pet guinea pigs that you let your kid
bring to school for show and tell.
a break in the light is a break in the fight which is a break in the right
I feel that doing my laundry in a timely manner
will just make me seem like I am a person who gets chores
done
and wont that make me a target for the forces of darkness?
and wont that make me a target for the forces of darkness?
Cake Poem
Guys when I write a diet book
it is going to be called
"Done with Cake"
and it will be about how I am never eating cake again
except guess what.
I will eat cake a lot
because I love cake
and I'm not going to stop eating cake
just for a book title
and honestly I am thinking about not writing the book at all
and letting this poem be enough for now but what will never be enough is cake.
and letting this poem be enough for now but what will never be enough is cake.
A Heartworming Animal Story
Ralph
didn't see any great emails in his account but there was a survey from the pet
store that he went to a couple days before to buy food for his pet guinea
pigs. He started to fill it out like he
did with all the surveys, giving the service people a ranking of the highest
scores possible, which was what he would want people to do for him. He knew
that was helpful because he had just finished working in a retail store before
enrolling in the college classes he was currently taking. The survey asked if
he had any specific examples to share about how he had been helped in the
store, and as he had been doing more and more frequently on all the surveys he
filled out, he made up a story about how his cashier had helped him. In fact,
he said she had saved his life and his pets' lives in an emergency involving a
falling aquarium display and an attack from an animal rights extremist group.
Three weeks
later, Ralph got a letter summoning him to court. It seemed that Ralphette, the cashier who had
helped him, was being charged with some kind of misdemeanor based on an
incident with a different customer that same day.
When Ralph
got to court, Ralphette, a wonderful and darling nice girl his same age, took
the stand and described a situation where a yucky bad person tried to touch her
on purpose when she was cashiering and told her she didn't know anything about
pet food and then came around into the desk area to grab her shoulder and she
had hit him and called him a kangaroo poacher and a french fried frog leg
peddler.
"I
would do it all again the same," she said.
The lawyers
said they had checked all the paperwork and surveys from that day and found
Ralph's survey suggesting that that very cashier had intervened in a hostage
situation. They wanted to charge Ralph
with fraud.
Ralph took
the stand and answered some questions from the lawyers and then the judge, who
seemed like a nice and reasonable person.
"Ralph,
do you have anything else to say about this situation?" the judge asked
him.
"Yes,"
said Ralph. "I was wondering if you guys ever do marriages at this
court."
"We
do," said the judge, and she helped Ralph and Ralphette get married that
afternoon. Ralph and Ralphette loved
each other a lot and adopted several rescued greyhounds and built a whole wall
of aquariums in their house.
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