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Soap based anarchy
I am Joe's dirty giggle,
and his bag of fat.

Festive short stories
crass, and mostly humorless
meh first impression.

Watch out, warriors
he'll kick your head off your neck
the kid knows celt-fu.

Twisty taste of home
murder plots seldom end well
no pun intended.

The three loves of Sam
elves, food, Frodo most of all
throw the kid a bone.

Wanton corruption
beasties with big appetites
thesaurus abuse.

Magical slap fight
but the fight is romantic,
and the slaps are gifts.

Get the city drunk
the ultimate solution
to every problem.

The Mule and his fool
an effortless conqueror
evaded by dweebs.

Old time religion
ill-intentioned, soaked in blood
try praying harder.

Mostly annoying
one whining voice, walking dogs
I'd divorce them all.

John McClane he's not
yippie-ki-yay to no one
needs more Taco Bill.

Mr. President,
why the convoluted plots?
Whack them already.

Busy little girl
cold case or freshly zapped corpse
no secret is safe.

Unexpected loss
Daddy's never coming home
you can't pray him back.

Marsupial man
roped into a relics scheme
and a lady's bed.

The body loves books
even the not so great ones
where's my goth E.T.?

Too many poems
a problem I also have
at least it was free.

A clever puppy
plotting, learning from mistakes
would pet, cautiously.
or
A cunning stripling
intriguing, not loveable
he looks like he'd bite.

The girl of the hour
they all want her on their side
or a greasy smear.

Wine sodden lockdown 
nebulous geography
let the ghost poke you.

Rampaging AIs
religious diversity
earnestly goofy.

They'll grow up someday
holding them back helps no one
children need to eat.

Disappointed aunts
stern, disapproving uncles
the money must flow.

Demanding pipsqueak
all of his wishes granted
still not satisfied.