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I thought it would be nice to have an end of year list of stuff that this blog wrote. This is the poetry that we wrote this year.

People are assholes. They were before the virus. They were during it. They will be after it.

One uncle in the room comments, “They need better protection. The quarterback has no time.”

Your songs stink. They are second rate pop songs that are only played because something needs to be on when you walk around a haunted house.

What is it? What is the worst part of Halloween? It’s having to share my candy with you.

The other guy stinks. I am great. I can help you. Did you get all of that?

But if I stay here, I will lose the best part of me.... My courageous heart will completely break apart,

Six books combined in three read end to end, My humble thanks for there and back again.

I’ve nicked my heart as much as I’ve nicked walls.

I know the key to knowledge is to know thyself. The key to war is to know your enemy, And the key to freedom is truth.

The virus is taking over. People are dying. Hospitals are overflown.

After time contemplating words to myself sipping too many cups of coffee, and daydreaming of stories I will never write

Who Gets To Decide What Is Essential - Poem I got fired, for my job is not considered essential. With that, they just admitted that my...

As I walk this earth my words are not read or heard. None of my books ever sell any copies. No audience lines up to read me.