Why McDougal Hates Poets
Brother McDougal called me in a fever and recited the following 37 reasons why he hates poets:
1. Chompers. Poets can't be doctors.I don't really know what that last one means.
2. Poets can't even pay their water bills or submit their own shit to get published ...
Well, the really hungry and really bad can.
3. Poets generally can't get out of bed before noon and seldom keep appointments.
4. If two roads diverged in a yellow wood and you beat a poet to death with a
large rock, would anyone care?
5. Poets do not feel compelled to brush their teeth because their words are too pretty to be corrupted by halitosis.
6. Poets favorite movie is always Orca.
I know, a lot of people thought I meant Jaws, but nope. Orca.
7. Poets masturbate frequently and for long intervals, usually using massage oils and aloe.
8. Poets smell like patchouli, teak, cigarettes, and halitosis.
9. Poets move slowly and are not safe drivers.
10. If they can put a man on the moon, why can't they put a bunch of 'em up
there? And why can't all the people they put up there be poets?
11. Poets sometimes pretend to be fishing, but really they're just contemplating the flow of the river.
Oh, and they're high.
What the fuck? Dude, they don't even have a fishing pole. And HOLY CRAP! That one's naked.
Fucking fags.
12. Without poets there'd be no rabid cougars.
13. Poets pretend not to like bacon, but then they'll write six verse odes about the way it sounds and smells when cooking.
Oh, then when they're alone they eat BLT's almost exclusively.
14. Poets don't have any marketable skills and look down at those who do.
15. Google doesn't like Polish poets.
16. Poets hate war, but will fight to the death over an adverb.
17. Patti Smith is a poet and performer. She can barely remember to breathe.
18.
Q: What's the difference between a poet and a mime?
A: Who cares? God hates fags.
19.
Q: What's the difference between a poet and a cat burglar?
A: Poets smell like shit.
20.
Q: What's the worst thing you can do to a poet?
A: Kill his family with a stove pipe.
21.
Q: What do you call a poet with a job?
A: That fey quiet bitch who smells like ass.
22. I have to leave my job. (Hey, poet, a job is when someone pays you money in exchange for services.)
23. Challenging a poet is like telling a feral cat to run away when you approach it.
24. Poets love nature, but loathe sunburn. They don't use sunscreen b/c the thought of smearing chemicals on your body is repulsive. They frequently burn their forearms in August.
25. Poets hate cell phones, but not because they're against technology.
It's because they're fucking poets and no one ever calls them.
26. Poets are frequently gassy, but would sooner die by incestual rape than expel gas in an audible manner.
27. Poets don't bake. The oven says 400 degrees, but they don't believe it's really all that accurate, and they frequently burn cupcakes.
28. Poets seldom venture outside. Most only go out in the rain so that they can dramatically show up at a coffee shop or bookstore soaking wet and incredibly disheveled, clutching a handful of ruined papers.
They hope that people are whispering "he's a poet" as he orders his plain black coffee -- whatever the coffee of the day is, let's not be pretentious.
29. Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.
30. Poet gas smells like cod liver oil and feet.
31.
Q: How can you tell when a poet's been in your house?
A: What the fuck rhymes with "humped the cradenza"?
32. Poets have dainty bowels and clammy palms. They feel like they should maybe sue someone, or at least go see a doctor.
33. There was once a city fueled by the burning corpses of Renaissance poets. It was the most beautiful city in the world, but everyone eventually moved away and the city was overrun with rats and alligator gar. When Jesus comes back, he will live there. And he will announce, "All poets burn in hell."
34. Poets are easily upset by spiders and revolutions.
35. Poets love space because they hate Mexicans.
36.
Q: What do you call the poet laureate of Kentucky?
A: Who gives a fuck? He's from Kentucky ... and he's a poet.
37. A poet would think it was funny to wear rubber boots in the shower, but not if you did it just because you thought it would be funny.
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