I want all my poems read aloud by George Gaynes
Let's ease into the year with a little bad poetry, shall we?
Palsy jazz hands and a white cactus growin' out your ear;
Albino jerky man, liver-spotted rattlesnake,
A brazen inch of pale ankle twixt cuff and sock.
Got more behind you than you got comin'
So why not shuffle to the chase?
No, thank you, kind sir;
I would not like to blow you.
Oh, also - I graduated.
The waiting is the hardest part:
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Then I got up on stage and looked like this in front of people:
![Words of wisdumb](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sg6f172QwqVArtYUjqfBZKFe2NPCvuljs_cf5Dmdn7zMjACOCOJmMb1DxzK-g_SUtRupe4U0dQH63q0lKJM5ZugZYYPGIvQYKbSbrQrxOTgRYBnSAtOmG4VWXYLBjr5A=s0-d)
So now you must call me "Master." Or, you know, continue on with "asshole."
Palsy jazz hands and a white cactus growin' out your ear;
Albino jerky man, liver-spotted rattlesnake,
A brazen inch of pale ankle twixt cuff and sock.
Got more behind you than you got comin'
So why not shuffle to the chase?
No, thank you, kind sir;
I would not like to blow you.
Oh, also - I graduated.
The waiting is the hardest part:
Then I got up on stage and looked like this in front of people:
So now you must call me "Master." Or, you know, continue on with "asshole."