Listen, critic, please understand Read these words, and watch my hand You joke about these poems I write You say they’re rigid, and won’t take flight Let me explain one thing to you You clearly don’t get what I do My words are raw, they don’t need flair And honestly, I do not care I … More Critics
“It makes me oh so fluster-ated When I type duck, oh I so hate it STOP IT PLEASE, I cannot take it Anymore, tonight.” Breathe Matt, calm dawn, you’ve created Something we can all related For we have all demonstrated The topic of this write It does it whew we do not want it “NO! … More Auto-Correct
So often we ask why they don’t heed our word How all of the things we say can go unheard The reason is simple, if you’ll let me speak I’ll tell you the reason why your words are weak The manner in which you deliver your thought Is just as important as points that you … More Truth Lies
I sleep over here, I sleep over there You say don’t sleep where? Wait I really don’t care I’ll cover your mouth as I sleep on your lap So you can shutup while I take my nap You know that you need me to keep yourself whole So stop your complaining and fill up my … More Dogs Have Better Game
Some-one told me, that-my-written poetry Is hard to read and hard to get the rhyme So I took a quick glance, a punctuation dance And decided I would help them this one time It’s LETters, you see, that make UP my poetry But the rhythm might be hard to figure out So I’ll try my … More Rhythm & Rhyme
Someone told me “Find a wife and settle down” I looked at them and said “Okay, why don’t we talk and break this down” They cleared their throat and said “Ahem. Here is the righteous path of man” I cleared my own and said “Hold on. What if I’m not like all all of them?” … More Work in Progress
Since all I ever do is sleep, a new word I shall give Replace each word with “sleep” I will, instead of “life” or “live” We do not have much time to waste, my point, do not contort So sleep each day as if your last, because our sleep is short I hate it when … More Sleepenstein
Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can He used her for his twisted games, … More A Turn of Events
Broseph Stalin, communist, said capitalism, no more Hipbropatamus in water and he’s swimming to the shore Winter clouds above and the bro began to pour She said to put this down so I’ll just bro it on the floor Shopping all in silence I must tipbro through the store I’ll bro through basic training when … More We’re All Just Bros
A lovey dame was so offended At this ball I just attended Because her partner had extended A most presumptuous invite Apart for almost that whole party She was angry he’d been tardy When leaving I had laughed so hard, she Made a fool of him tonight He ignored his lateness, tried to play nice … More Distressed Damsels Need No Knights
How the World Should Work 