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A Funny One For the Road

I want to write a funny poem
Why does the chicken cross the road?
Because it was tired of the pen
Did you get the joke about tomorrow?
Yeah it is never here
How can you know that you are free?
Because you don't have anything hold you back
Got it?
How can you see things clearly?
It's when you step outside
Huh?
Give just how you get it
That is all you can do
Unless You want to be God
And that - You can do too
In your dream
Dream - amour
What is that?
A mental disease
You need to get rid of it, my friend
Before you become a laugher in your town
My town anyway
Not up to a joke
Well you can be a joker
And the joke is on you
How high is high?
When I can't see anything
Include that which it is down here
Talk about tomorrow
Why would you care?
It'll be here whether you want it or plan it
So save your tomorrow till when it comes
Have your today
I plan to have my today
I don't want my tomorrow
It's too much tasking
And I don't like it
Grrr
Yeah
Grin and bear
You are talking about moi?
I don't bear
And I don't grin
Am I a man?
Lol
Whatever
Two wrongs don't make it right
Who gives a s?
Two rights don't make it wrong either
But do I care?
Nope
Now if you say three wrongs will make it right
Yeah that is when God knocks you over the head
for being so stupid
Yeah
Do I know common sense?
No I am not common
And I have no sense
My nose stuffs up
Gee
By whom the road clears?
By the order of the most on high
- The city crew
Far sighted or near sighted
I can never tell
I just know it is the opposite
Grrr
Be right back
You'd better be right
Slum construction
Why do you have to construct a slum?
Got one to know one
What does two get?
A big zero
Because you cancel out each other 
Get it?
Negative and positive?
You are too slow
I am going to bed

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