My Poetry
Even more so than comedy, good poetry is according to individual taste.  Never the less I have dared to post some of my writtings here. 
Some of these poems appear other places on the net.  However, this is the only place in which my poetry appears totally unedited.
I hope to publish a book of poetry within the next couple of years. 
Masquerade
by Jason Resler

-For those who understood, enjoyed, and
appreciated Andy Kaufman-

I can see that you dislike me,
How I look and what I say.
Your traits of insecurity,
Are exposed as you look away.

But, I could gain your approval
If it was someone else I pretended to be.
It wouldn't be hard to fool you
Being a thespian of popularity.

Vying for a compliment
I could be a deciever.
Seeking your endorsement
Making you a believer.

Becoming a hypocrite,
My character a counterfeit,
Becoming your favorite,
You're so easy to outwit.

The most common impostor,
A super ego I portray.
It's the exterior you adore,
As your opinion begins to sway.

Playing out my scheme,
Flaunting my possessions.
Developing esteem,
With material obsessions.

Then I'd seem well-to-do.
However, it would be I,
Who would dislike me.
Because I'd be,
Just like you.
The Green Room
Three guys walk into a bar,
The first two,
Don't do anything funny,
But that third guy,
Has 'em rolling in the isles.

Later, the first two guys
get to talking.

They come to a mutual agreement,
That the headliner,
Was a Hack!
My Watch is Broke!
by Jason Resler

-Following a trip to Sears-

I was awoke by the sun
To find my watch would not run

So I took it to watch repair
But no one was there

The door had a lock
And I had no clock

I couldn't get the time
My alarm, would not chime

But no one was in watch repair
Not anywhere, it wasn't fair.

They left a sign that was quite a shock
It read, "Will return at 4 O'Clock"

My Watch Is Broke!
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Masquerade
The Green Room
My Watch is Broke
The Bus That Never Comes
Killin' Day
A Writer
The Hippy
Worries On My Mind
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