Things I Don’t Know About Places I’ve Never Been

I know that if I call a spade a spade
Or Coke a soda rather than a pop
My neighbors here will cock their heads like dogs
And some will laugh if I say “cock” and “head”
In normal conversation. This I know.
But I don’t know if, in Ferguson, MO,
“Aloha” means both hello and goodbye
Or if it’s a suburban bedroom town
Or means French fries with cheese or pickup truck.
In Belfast, Ireland, does it’s da bomb
Mean something’s good? or dangerous? or dead?
I’ve never been to Rotorura, so
I don’t know if I’ve even spelled it right
Much less how waiters want to be informed
That it’s been 20 minutes since I asked
And I’m still waiting for malt vinegar.
I like pretending that I’m worldly
But legion are the things I’ll never know
About the many places I’ve not been.
Stereotypes equal knowledge then.

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They’re A Hawk And A Handsaw

My pets don’t believe in me.
I am; they’re unconvinced it’s true.
Did Shakespeare have a cat? Did he
Encounter skpetsticism, too?
You ask, To be, or not to be?
When housepets don’t believe in you.

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I have a list of daily tasks
That I review before I sleep.
They’re rarely done, but no one asks,
So I’ve no promises to keep.
My conscience pricks me ’cause they’re all
Unfinished, but that cricket’s crazy:
He thinks I’m a wooden doll
But I’m a real boy!
I’m just lazy.

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SAT Prep


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Seeking The Light

Why are moths?
Does someone know?
What mocking god
Designed them so?
They don’t have mouths
(I think that’s true)
And yet they’re spelled the same,
Sans U.
It’s good they’re throatless,
Else they’d choke
To know they’re just
A spelling joke.
Their raison d’etre none recalls
And yet they prosper.
That takes balls.

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Things You Can’t Unknow

Alligators say goodbye.
So was I.

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Debating Gravity

Belief in science
Isn’t a requirement
That’s kind of the point

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