Whismy in the Dark

ever bloom into flowers of deep thought?

And yet — sometimes, just sometimes —

I want to laugh at the madness,

at how ridiculous the word ridiculous is:

a dick and a louse,

together at last.

If you twist it the right (or wrong) way,

you get: red dick, you louse!

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Whimsy is a girl who dances in the dark

and still finds gummy sweets,

and joy, and hilarity —

often with someone named Hilary.

Is a Hilary hilarious from birth,

or do they grow into it?

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Also — what even is “bee cum”?

Curse Google and the ease of knowing:

I searched,

and learned that male honeybees — drones —

ejaculate while mating with the queen.

The act kills them,

but still:

they get to ejaculate inside a queen.

Who else can say that?

Let’s not dwell on the fact that

the force of their semen

rips the endophallus clean from their body.

Death by ripped endophallus.

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“What did the white Texan bank manager say

to the Black Texan bank manager?”

(you don’t know?)

“We’re both Texan bank managers.

Go sports teams we love.”

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Semantic satiation.

Say that fast with a gummy in your mouth:

semantic satiation

semenantic sedation

semen sedation

sementic sedition.

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Meshuggah. Mesh uggah.

What is an uggah, and why is it mesh?

Give me shuggah in my tea, please.

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Who puts the laughter in men?

—

Alex (see a C? C a C? X marks his spot) Baldwin,

Matthew Broderick,

Vince Neil —

they come to mind.

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For all in-tent-sieve porpoises,

I could care less.