Poorly-contained ball of anxiety
Anxiety Overanalyzing every interaction Interaction I'll tell you something sweet Sweet Write down antidotes and compliments and silly jokes on sticky notes Scattered along the floor on the wall in the car I'll tell you something sweet Sweet
I used to be centre of attraction
Boys and girls surrounded me With full attention Playful jokes, playful banter I used to be centre of attraction I passed out of college Everyone of them did acknowledge They enjoyed jokes and banter They now split in different directions With no centre of attraction Their movement used to be tangential Never colliding with centre of attraction All enjoying jokes and banter I used to be centre of attraction
I'm lost myself all the time,
but when I get all of part of me I just have one percent energy. I think that is funny.
Indonesia, 10th May 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
The Knock-Knock Man.
I'm the Knock-Knock Man. When you're upset I can lend a hand, cause the Knock-Knock Man is who I am. When your luck's gone down, and got you feelin' blue, I'll say "Knock-Knock." and you say, "Who?" You'll get the joke once you understand, no one ever laugh's with the Knock-Knock Man.
An ode to bad knock-knock jokes.
he watched her excitedly
eat **** shaped food especially eclairs as she languidly tongued the white buttercream from the sides of her mouth thinking of her his masturbations powered the lights of the Catskills it wasn't just his profession it was his obsession just another horney borsht belt gynecologist
when I make jokes about suicide,
you worry about me. but if I'm joking about suicide and still finding a way to laugh through the morbidity, I am okay. it's when I stop joking that you have to worry.
Some roses are red,
Some tulips are magenta, We hardly can believe Four years ago we met ya. Most grass is green, Diamonds and ice are rocks, We hope you enjoy your books, new clothes and socks. Nighttime sky is black, The ocean (I guess) is teal, How lucky we are To have you is so unreal. The sun appears yellow, Boogers are chartreuse, If you were a ******, We'd always pick you!
Had this idea to write a poem for my daughter who is turning four years old, incorporating some Dad humor.
All Philosophy Is
******* But Can You Grow Anything Without A Little Manure