When Your Son Calls While You’re Doing a Poem About Him

entitled “Generation Z Hunger”

My son complains about being SO
hungry. He takes a can of Campbell’s soup
out the cabinet, reads the label, then says
in absolute shock,
“Stir occasionally?”
Then puts it back on the shelf.

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Bonus Poem:

Being first poet to use profanity

Instantly opens floodgates:

Those who follow let loose

Cursing like Gunnery Sergeant

Hartman yelling at Private Pyle.

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