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Having pets is not cheap
I drove real far so we can fly
I had to see my money guy
No matter how much dough is lost
Brownie and Linc are worth the cost
Author: tkpope
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Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
Infinity Stones
Wielded by The Mad Titan
Stardust in the wind
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I’m back on the 15th
I did not sleep, woke at first light
Forgot my passport for the flight
I have more stress than one man should
I can’t wait till I’m here for good!
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ONE MORE CUP PLEASE!!!
To wake up each day when I’m tired
My hot tea intake is inspired
At cup twenty-five
I FEEL SO ALIVE!!!
BUT CAN’T SLEEP BECAUSE I AM WIRED!!!
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Flint still doesn’t have clean water
Funny lady slung the dirt
Sarah got her feelings hurt
Right wing outrage must be fake
Smoky eye melts the snowflake
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Hey hey hey! You’re a rapist!
For years I laughed at my friend Bill
But then I heard he slipped a pill
Into a pretty lady’s glass
And now that Bill’s a fucking ass
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She did say GTFO!
There once was a woman named Sharon
Who lived in a condo with Karen
And Karen did try
To bang Sharon’s guy
But Sharon was not into sharin
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Am I?
I walk down the lane
Through the fine soft rain
The banks are a pain
No sleep hurts my brain
But I’m keeping sane
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I’m a cat dammit!
It’s totally worth all the hassle
To get the keys to me own castle!
It’s totally worth every penny
I now own a house in Kilkenny!
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They’re at Hotel MomNDad
My two pets got left behind
Brownie didn’t seem to mind
As he shredded up the drape
Linc made plans for his escape
Leaving them doth make me swoon
I’ll be back to get them soon
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Something something something cocks!
Though his head is filled with rocks
Brownie likes to go for walks
Sometimes we will march for blocks
While Linc sits atop a box
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Where is our “Thank you America?”
Friday the thirteenth
Unlucky for Syria
Perhaps the whole world
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All things must pass
Please start living like life always ends
Keep on trying again and again
Please start giving your love to your friends
We’re all dying, we just don’t know when
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Well done lad!
There once was a hurler named TJ
Whose Kilkenny Cats had a field day
The fans all adored
How often he scored
They queued up to give him a BJ
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Tickets purchased!
After months of preparation
Packing, waiting, perspiration
Closing date has been decided
Now’s the time to get excited!
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I left at 4:20
This house is full of memories
Of sugar poohs and sweetie peas
The good times far outweigh the bad
But lately all I’ve felt is sad
The things are gone, the walls are bare
And melancholy fills the air
I turn the key and lock the door
I won’t be going back no more
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Thanks FB Marketplace
I thought it would be really rough
But I just sold all of my stuff
Within this house, there’s just a bed
So I can rest my weary head
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Traffic was not good this Friday
That was a long drive
Goodbye Santa Maria
Hello Buena Park
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Ain’t no lie
Every high
Makes me sigh
Saying bye
Makes me cry
This old guy
Don’t know why
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So long stuff
The time has come, today’s the day
I’ve packed my stuff, it’s gone away
This empty house, where once was cheer
Is hollow now, without my gear
As I chill with Brownie and Linc
I think of friends, and raise my drink
To Sweetie Pea, I love you most
The sun sets on the Central Coast
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I like to move it move it
If it was crucial I’ve packed it
If it was boxed up I’ve stacked it
If it was empty I’ve filled it
If it was useless I’ve killed it
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I’m stuffed from packing
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Like everyone else
I hate packing too
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She thoughtfully takes a long while-y
There once was a lass named O’Reilly
Though missing her teeth, she was smiley
With no biting fangs
To gnaw on those wangs
The Sullivan lads praised her highly
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I chose warmly
Found a gift card in my pocket
Added shopping to my docket
Wanted to buy some more LEGOs
But instead I got some warm clothes
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New fight song?
We all hail from Mayo
And we wear the green and red
We’re on fire
For Sam Maguire
We’ll root until we’re dead
From the boggy plains of Mayo
To the blue Atlantic shore
In every house with thatch
When there’s a football match
The whole county starts to roar!
M! (3 claps)
A! (3 claps)
Y! (3 claps)
O! (3 claps)
M-A-Y-O! #UpMayo
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Wiggle butt and wiggle toes
I walk around with Brownie Bear
He likes to shake his derrière
And when he dreams, he wiggles toes
So then I boop him on his nose
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Just like an old time movie
Though I find him sweet and sappy
Gordon Lightfoot made Jean happy
Songs of shipwrecks and mind reading
Folk rock roots never receding
My surprise – I never figured
That his music would have triggered
The same songs that brought Jean gladness
Now fill me with utter sadness
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Subpoena Sam
There is a Sam under subpoena
Who’s crazier than a hyena
He’s either a drunk
Or Roger Stone’s punk
He needs to flee to Argentina
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My blue phase
You and me eternally
That is what was meant to be
Without you, I’m feeling blue
That is all I ever do
“Come on Sean, though I’m gone
You must keep on keeping on!”
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Downward farting dog
Brownie has a dootie
Brewing in his booty
Though he is my buddy
His stench is real cruddy
What is in his belly
That could be so smelly?
Maybe it’s the fish skin
That he had for din-din
Now my nose is smarting
“Brownie please stop farting!
Your ass gas is rotten
Go and get to squattin’!”