where am i
by williamwelk
maybe i haven't grown up,
and old d.p. has.
maybe i'm still striving for glory
and old d.p. is out of gas.
one thing is for sure.
all these stories
need to be told
about old d.p.
his past glories
unfold
to his present misery
but i'm not
by williamwelk
if i was a poet,
i would write a poem.
and it would be all about donkeys.
but i'm no poet,
i'm just an ass.
to able to yell
by williamwelk
just one time
it would be nice
to be able to yell
"god i love being a turtle!"
he was a vegan
by scotty b.
he was a vegan
for almost his entire life.
i had to help him
to show him the light.
so i said,
"hey, what's that?"
he looks, i sprinkle
bacon bits into
his vegetable wrap
liar
by scotty b.
don't try and tell me
you've never picked your nose.
i know you have, liar.
$$
by scotty b.
if money could buy happiness
i would be really bummed
because on the way to buy it
i would probably get distracted
and spend all my money
on candy instead.
robot
by scotty b.
robot hands
robot arms
robot legs
robot dance
i love devo