180430
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
Month: April 2018
180427
180427
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
180425
180425
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
180423
180423
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
180420
180420
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!
180418
180418
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
180416
180416
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
180413
180413
Where is our “Thank you America?”
Friday the thirteenth
Unlucky for Syria
Perhaps the whole world
180411
180411
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
180409
180409
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
180406
180406
Tickets purchased!
After months of preparation
Packing, waiting, perspiration
Closing date has been decided
Now’s the time to get excited!
180404
180404
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
180402
180402
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