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A keen smile and a sharp knife

What If?

by Dr. Malcolm Zooter
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May 31, 2004
What if the sky revolves
around the earth,
like a player-piano roll
cranked by a troll
that looks disturbingly like former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl?

What if pineapples were alive?
What if they are?
How do you feel about cracking open their spiny skulls
and feeding on their juicy, delicious yellow brains
now that you know?
I thought so.

What if Africa turned out not to be a place at all,
but merely a concept?
Have you been there?
I'd think carefully before I answered that
if I were wearing your ostrich-feathered hat.

What if blondes really have less fun
but lie about it to protect their reputation?
What do you think of your deceitful whores now,
gentlemen?

What if all coma victims are faking it?
What if you could eat a cake while baking it?
What if the guy in the coma
smelled that cakey aroma
and his hunger drove him to forsaking it?

What if I were to impugn
we never put a man on the moon
and the footage instead was from Venus?
What if the moon is a secret ice-cream factory
and NASA found it unsatisfactory
to land on a planet rhyming with penis?

What if USA really stands for Unionized Secretary's Association?
And we're all unknowing secretaries... the whole nation!
Let's keep this between you and me.
You go get me some coffee,
while I check my breasts for lactation.

What if you're not really reading this poem
but are really floating up a tree's phloem?
A bit of tree sap that's dreaming
shouldn't find it demeaning
just because up a tree's ass you roam.


Quote of the Day
“I'd like to give the world a Coke, but they'd have to share it. Actually, all anyone can do is smell it, since most of the Coke will likely have evaporated by the time it gets all the way around the world. So here you go, world: Smell my Coke.”

-Dennis Freebasen
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You're a real asshole when you're tired. Or rested. This is the week you're finally going to get pantsed for your sins. Try brushing your teeth with the other end of the brush this week: that fuzzy part's not the handle. This week's lucky things the dog wouldn't even eat: your hat on a bet, Tofutti Cuties, dog barf, Sam's Club Brand Dog Food, your homemade rhubarb pie.


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