THE LOOKSMAXXER

I tried hard to be a blogger looksmaxxer; it did not do me any good,

The first thing I did to improve my looks, was smack my face on petrified wood,

Tried sandpaper on my cheeks,

Got all kinds of bloody leaks,

I used a blowtorch to remove pimples, was committed, and misunderstood.

WAR OF THE WORLDS: THE WECKONING

I built a giant rocket ship, but up to planet mars, it would not go,

It was unbelievably too heavy; its resulting liftoff, too slow,

We whittled the spaceship down,

Launched it in parts, from the ground,

Once assembled in space, we rocketed to mars, and stole the Martian's doe.

THE TEMPLE OF THE BLOGGER GOD

Willis is the blogging god, Willis rules media, and is alone,

For in his head is his cordless keyboard, and a 5G cellphone,

To media, he's a non-conforming, guy,

In one minute, Willis disposed of AI,

Willis keeps publishing thoughts from his brain; big media picks a bone.

SOME CALL IT SHOPLIFTING, I CALL IT TAKING SAMPLES

I slow rode my crooked broomstick to the store, 

I'm a witch, who likes to sweep the floor,

I try the ripe, fresh fruit,

And, vegetable root,

I sample the hotdogs, then sail out the door.

WHAT?

My favorite word in a sentence was the noun,

Now when I hear someone's noun, I just start to frown,

I now only like verbs,

They're like hot spicy herbs,

Or a purple frilly, oversized wedding gown.

TUNA IS A STATE OF MIND?

Tuna is a fish, it is not a state of mind,

I said this to a friend, he said I was unkind,

Tuna fish in the brains,

He sand, yielded great gains,

I got a new friend, who has logic I can find.

JIMMY'S SONG

Jimmy's toe jams smelled,

He drank beer and his belly swelled,

He retired to teach,

At the beach,

Sea turtles, how to mind meld.