Today I must record a song
That I've been sitting on for a year
I'm worried that I'll do it wrong
Geez Louize! I'm full of fear
I started it last week
But deleted the whole thing
My brain sprung a leak
And I can't even sing
Well that is how it seems to be
Sometimes that's how it goes
Maybe I should just record the jam
That's playing between my toes
Tonight I play at the Cedar Lounge
And gee I just gotta say
That of all the places I go to sing
It is my favorite place to play
Yup, and I hope to see you there
It's over the bridge, it’s a good little bar
But you better bring some extra cash
So you can toss it into my little tip jar
Ingeborg really does play at the Cedar Lounge in Superior, WI today and every Friday evening from 5-7pm.
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Got a soggy sandwich
sittin’ in the fridge
I might eat it later
but maybe I will not
I might have to make
some ramen instead
Cooking is something
I pretty much dread
Got a half finished song
that I need to finish today
God I hate making decisions
for fear of missing out
You choose one thing
and then are cut off from the rest
Every decision that I make
is like some terrifying test
Got a pair of shoes
that stink real bad
I should soak them
in bleach or something
Or maybe I should do
as all good Americans do
And throw them out
and buy a pair brand new
Oh my God, life is hard
One day I'll have it all figured out
But for today I am a little lamb
Following the flock and getting lost by 10am.
The Almighty Editor has deemed the following grades for this Poem of the Day:
C- for Rhyming
A for Effort
D+ for Profundity
A+ Extra Credit for cute lamb drawing
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Today is a Wednesday
Have you seen the Wednesday Dance?
It makes me so dang happy
Watch it when you get a chance
Did you know you can take a few
Simple-ass words
And create as many unique phrases
As there are dogs, cats, and birds?
And stars in the black
That expanding night sky
What's beyond all that?
Perhaps you know more than I
I'll tell you ha-what
Eye don't know jack shit
What you see ain't always
Exactly what you git
I heard once that
The finger pointing to the moon
Ain't the dang moon
But we so often mistake the two
There's nothing you can know
There's nothing that is fact
There's only your perspective
And that surely ain't exact
There's something inside you
That you don’t always perceive
It's like your soul or something
And one day it will leave
And then what? What will you do?
You won't do anything
Cuz you'll be dead, silly.
So, moral of the story:
If you think you're alone now,
You're not.
You got a cute little soul inside of you.
But not for long!
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The above poem has received these grades from the Almighty Editor in the Sky:
C+ for Rhyming
A for Effort
A- for Profundity
The Almighty Editor could also add grades for Structure, Content, Vocabulary, Originality, and a host of other criteria, but then she feels as though she might be Too Judgy.
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If you go to create some art
And it looks like trash and smells like fart,
You are doing exactly as you should
You need to make some crap
Before you make some good
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