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All Business

A few days back, I was talking with a friend about the differences between a Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Science degree.

This took me a few years back to when I was finishing up my Bachelor of Science in Business Administration at Dickinson State University.

I remember the horror of finding out the big final test (Major Field Test, pretty much an exit exam) was going to cover the entire program, not just that current semester.


When the time came to take it, I remember no notes were allowed and we were to take it under close supervision.


Things get fuzzy.

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The Woods

On a warm summer morning not too long ago, a boy went walking through the woods near his family’s farm. In one of his pockets, he carried a small broken compass, a blue sodalite worry stone given to him by his grandfather, and an unfathomable horror disguised as a coin.

As the boy was passing by a huge and gnarled oak tree, a squirrel fell from above and landed roughly at his feet. The boy stopped and stooped down to make sure it was all right. The squirrel blinked its vermillion eyes and locked its gaze on the boy as it struggled to rise. 

The squirrel rose, then continued to rise until it floated up to eye level with the boy. 

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, squirrel.”

The squirrel, still dazed and still floating, shouted “HIBISCUS!” and disappeared into thin air.

The boy shrugged and continued on his way.

The woods soon opened up into a small meadow with a spring-fed brook meandering through it. On one side was the greenest grass the boy had ever seen. The other side was filled with flowers of every imaginable color.

Weaving through the flowers was a yellow and black bat whistling a happy, high-pitched tune. It spotted the boy and flapped toward him. As it got closer, the boy could see the bat’s face and backside were covered in pollen.

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, bat.”

The bat sneezed.

Then the bat sneezed again.

“Bless you,” said the boy.

The bat screamed in agony and disappeared into thin air.

The boy decided to walk through the grassy side of the meadow and soon found himself back in the woods.

The woods grew thicker and darker. There was no sound except for the scrunches of the boy’s footsteps as he continued on his journey guided by a force he couldn’t explain. Eventually, he saw a distant glint of light and walked toward it.

As the boy got closer, he could see sunlight squeezing through a break in the forest canopy above, spotlighting a huge stump where once a mighty tree had grown. He walked up to the edge of the stump and stopped. He could now hear a dim hum that grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, at the stump’s center, an object appeared out of thin air. It was a can of new Minute Maid Hibiscus & Honey Lemonade Frozen Concentrate, available now in your grocer’s frozen beverage aisle. 

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, refreshment,” and disappeared into thin air.


The soles are shot
The canvas torn
They’ve gone to pot
These shoes I’ve worn

They lasted long
And then some more
So this swan song
Has hit the floor

They paid their dues
t’s nighty-night
My Puma shoes
Head toward the light

The Bag

Plastic bag up in the tree.
Far beyond the reach of me.
Flapping loudly in the wind.
Ripped and torn without a mend.

Who were you in newer days,
Before your rotting branch malaise?
Maybe Walmart. Maybe Sam’s.
Maybe filled with litter sands.

Were you from a dollar store,
Or were you meant for something more?
Whatever it was you held inside,
Your ending’s most undignified. 

A Pandemic Limerick

No matter how nice you were asking,
Karen was totes against masking.
In science she’d scoff
As she said with a cough,
“In Covid I’d rather be basking.”

Potato Slogans

a potato

Eat more potatoes.

You have toes, so eat potatoes.

Dig those potatoes, man.

Tonight, we’re having potatoes!

Potato — the egg of the underworld.

There’s nothing hotter than a potato.

“No matter how you spell it, it’s still potatos.”— Dan Quayle

Eat yer taters.

Potatoes — The rocks you can eat.

Starch something.

Your bud, the spud.

Mash things up.

The potato — North America’s banana.

Potatoes — America’s favorite lumpy nutrition.

Tater up!

Are potatoes ok?

Where fries come from.

Hey! It’s a potato!

Rebranding the Virus

I imagine the guys who refuse to wear masks are the same guys who refuse to wear condoms.

Perhaps we should rebrand COVID-19 as Air AIDS.

Earlier, I considered rebranding COVID-19 as Death Breath, but that sounds like something that could be cured with a mint.

And originally, I thought we could change the Coronavirus’ name to Lung Gonorrhea, because Gonorrhea is one of the most awful-sounding words out there, but then I remembered that lung cancer is a very real thing but that doesn’t stop smokers from smoking. Until it does.


A grackle came,
And then another.
Maybe friend,
Or maybe brother.
Soon a gang,
So iridescent,
Eating seeds
Until tumescent.
I walked outside,
Which sent them packin’,
And now my yard
Is grackle-lackin’.

(Apologies to the Beastie Boys)

Stuck at home because the

Barely clothed like Miley

Non-essential stores are

Cats are fed and now they’re

How much longer will this

I’m bad at playin’ domi-

Lookin’ for a mask, N-Ninety-

Get in the car alone and

Give a high
You’re still

Oh shit we gotta sani-

Trump has pillaged, Trump has

But that’s ok cuz you get twelve

Tough times call for PSA spokescharacters and catchy slogans.

“Remember, only you can prevent forest fires.”
— Smokey Bear

“Give a hoot. Don’t pollute.”
— Woodsy Owl

“Give the virus no assistance! Wash your hands and keep your distance!”
— Soapy the Pandemic Panda