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Author: iambanapest

01/20/21: A Few Last Remarks From the Door of the Chopper

January 20, 2021 iambanapestD.C., farewell, Florida, Florida Man, golf, Neptune, pee, poem, poet, poetry, prostitutes, shithole, trumperick, Washington D.C.Leave a comment

01/19/21 (2): Op. Posth. No. 17 (Hair, Fingernails, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, etc.)

January 19, 2021 iambanapestBabe Ruth, buried alive, casket, coffin, fingernails, gluttony, greed, hair, Il Bambino, inspiration, jealousy, limerick, op. posth., opus posthumous, phone booth, poem, poet, poetry, sloth, stink, the Sultan of Swat, the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, tight pants, Trump, wormsLeave a comment

01/19/21: American Exceptionalism Is One Hell of a Drug

January 19, 2021January 19, 2021 iambanapestAmerican exceptionalism, autocracy, cash bar, czar, dumbassery, fascism, from afar, limerick, poem, poet, poetry, racism, racist, TrumpLeave a comment

01/18/21: Op. Posth. No. 16 (Touchstones of a Life, Well, Lived)

January 18, 2021 iambanapestballs, democracy, fast food, hobbled, huge, limerick, Mitch McConnell, Niagara Falls, op. posth., opus posthumous, paunch, poem, poet, poetry, selfies, shriveled, three marriages, three wives, touchstones, TrumpLeave a comment

01/17/21: Quiet Reflections as My Fingertips Make Tiny Furrows in the Oval Office Rug

January 17, 2021January 17, 2021 iambanapestaddiction, addictive, betrayal, dragged out kicking and screaming, furrows, good meat, life's very best high, limerick, making things die, Oval Office, poem, poet, poetry, rug, small hands, tasted, the vital importance of basting, Trump, wastedLeave a comment

01/16/20: Euripides, Sophocles, Aeschylus, Me

January 16, 2021 iambanapestadoration, Aeschylus, Euripides, Greek, in the buff, limerick, Melania, MyPillow, nudes, poem, poet, poetry, rich-person stuff, Sophocles, the things of this world, tragedy, Trump, weeping, wifeLeave a comment

01/14/21: Please Don’t Let That Half-Assed Coup Be the Taste I Leave in Your Mouth

January 14, 2021January 14, 2021 iambanapestcoup, gal, golf, grope, groping, half-assed, limerick, meeting, nose pickings, pitching a fit, poem, poet, poetry, Putin, sapping morale, taste, Trump, tweeting, Vlad, womanLeave a comment

01/10/21: Death Becomes Me, and Vice-Versa

January 10, 2021 iambanapestCOVID death toll, golf, heart, keen, limerick, makes my heart sing, poem, poet, poetry, scorn, sedition, snuff, suborn, treason, Trump, waningLeave a comment

01/09/21: Why Am I the Only One Not Permitted to Live the American Dream?

January 9, 2021 iambanapestAmerican dream, ban, banned, for life, G-string, Hugh Hefner, Leni Riefenstahl, likes, limerick, metal, poem, poet, poetry, Reich, settle, Trump, TwitterLeave a comment

01/07/21: Oh, How My Heart Swells When I Watch My Noble Cultists on My Many Large TVs

January 7, 2021 iambanapestammo, angry, big-screen TVs, cult, cultists, dad, I like to watch, insane, insolent, insurrection, limerick, mad, MAGA, noble, poem, poet, poetry, sons, togs, treason, Trump, U.S. CapitalLeave a comment

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