Whoever said It’s lonely at the top must have never had their own spelling group in third grade
I put out a comedy album Side A was called Wins Side B was called Losses Only one side was funny
In Let there be plight the P is silent
I was afraid of death which is to say afraid to live until I chose my hill to die on For in deciding where
AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
X marks the spot where cyborgs will receive their o– ver-the-air updates
God isn’t dead which is another way of saying God isn’t unemployed and still has the same job just with a new job description
You can watch my disappearing act as long as you’ve turned your back on the light allowing you to see a mere shadow of myself
I won the day when my antagonist branded me a reactionary because, of course, I’m an overreactionary
Socialists count on the fact that there are no private languages but there is
The eternal flame at Al Gore’s tomb works like the light in a refriger… and only burns when you look at it
Originally it was about Michael Bike and called Bike Rider
My dad was a very religious man He always told me You’ve made your bed now you’ve got to not eat in it
It turns out that the afterlife is only as long as you can keep the exit interview go…
In this earthly abode ‘Twas sadness that flowed With each new download Of binary code To ease our workload