Various poems

This post is a small collection of poems I wrote during a meeting. Someday, hopefully I will be interviewed by magazines, and television shows for my insightful perspective on the human experience. For now I am writing dirty limericks during meetings.

Enjoy.


Ode to Mortgage

Mortgage enables a few rich white men
to live on large territories
purchased once,
by convincing everyone else to purchase
small territories twice.

There once was a girl named Kate,

whose fingers could rapidly vibrate.

She could have gone far,

as a guitar rockstar,

If she did more then just masturbate.

There once was a man named Fred,

whose morning wood was harder than lead.

His morning pee

was funny to see

when he learned to stand on his head.

There once was a boy named Cole,

who had teeth all around his butt-hole.

In order to eat,

he put food in his seat,

and his shit-breath was out of control.