I'm sick of all the dick jokes
this guy rich tells. He isn't
even rich, he just tells people that
so he can make dick jokes
and pretend they're not offensive.
I don't even think he has a dick,
but it's a non-issue, as I prefer
to honor his identification
as a dick.
As a dick myself,
I generally do. It's just easier,
plus funny in an ironic way
to respect people as whatever
they claim to be. No skin
off mine, I note. Still,
getting pretty sick of all
the dick jokes, rich. Can you
lend me fifty K? I'm thinking of
starting up a venture capital firm,
and money like that could give me
ideas. No, I didn't think so. What
did the dick say to the asshole?
How many dicks does it take
to walk into a bar? A dick,
a rabbi and a rabbit were out
in a rowboat. Probably
overcompensating
for something
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, October 29, 2020
dick
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