Not Another Bloody Tanka! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

GETTING OUR ASSES INTO PRINT

Sunbathing on grass
we spread newspapers under
our nude sweating selves.
Headlines printed on bums
too much sun & too much SUN.

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I AM THEREFORE I...?

God is sad that he
exists..wishes...he didn't.
But then he would be
sad if he didn't exist.
Either way it's hard being...God!

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EVEN STEVENS

Ahh...little duckling
got shot in the head and died.
Went to duck heaven.
But with a smile...crocodile
got the guy who had got him!