Art jokes
What do you call a rapper who can't keep a beat?
A RAPPER-TAP-TAP!
What did the beat say to the rapper?
"You're off rhythm, but I'll give you a hand!"
Why was the rapper always on time?
Because they had mad flow!
Why did the rapper become a painter?
To brush up on his rhymes!
Even Bob Ross couldn’t paint a happy little accident like BLESSEDBRIAN.
What's a rapper's favorite type of footwear?
Mic drops.
"Rapeboat" makes Elton John seem straight.
What do you get when you cross a rapper with an accountant?
Someone who COUNTS BARS all day!
How do you know if a rapper is lying?
His rhymes don't add up.
What do you call a rapper who's also a magician?
MC Illusion.
What do you call a rapper who's also a magician?
MC Presto.
Why did the rapper bring a map to the studio?
To find his way to the BEAT!
Why did the rapper become a chef?
Because he was always COOKING UP RHYMES!
What did the rapper say when he lost his voice?
"I guess I'll have to drop a SILENT TRACK!"
Why did the rapper go to the dentist?
He had a bad case of CAVITY FLOWS.
Why did the rapper get lost in the music?
Because he couldn't find the beat.
What's funnier than a dead baby? A dead baby in a clown costume.
What do you call an artist with a brown finger?
Picasshole.
The worst comedians take 9 months to make a joke. Then they spend the rest of their lives trying to forget it.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.