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02/09/20: It’s Not Makeup That Creates My Sunset-Touched Male Beauty

February 9, 2020February 9, 2020 iambanapestblending, bronzer, ethnic cleansing, feeling seen, fool's gold, foundation, greasepaint, horsemeat, limerick, makeup, male beauty, mask, masque, poem, poet, poetry, pride of the race, pyrite, rednecks, sundowning, sunset, Trump, Trump limerickLeave a comment

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02/08/20: Now Hail We All Our Stable Genius King

February 8, 2020 iambanapestblame, bullshit, dictator, fascism, flame, geyser, king, limerick, maggots, poem, poet, poetry, poobah, potentate, quirks, retribution, revenge, shameless, shamelessness, stable genius, Trump, Trump limerick1 Comment

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02/06/20: She Is Not a Mail-Order Bride But I Like to Think of Her That Way

February 6, 2020February 6, 2020 iambanapestacquittal, acquitted, cusp, eat your liver, eating his liver, impeachment trial, king, limerick, liver, lost erection, Melania, Mitt Romney, peanut brittle, perfection, poem, poet, poetry, preen, Skittles, spittle, Trump, Trump limerick, Willard, Willard Mitt RomneyLeave a comment

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02/05/20: Oh, So Now I Need a Reason to Be My Best Self at All Times?

February 5, 2020February 5, 2020 iambanapestcheat, consort, debase, democracy, just for the fuck of it, lie, limerick, mealy, murderers, Nancy Pelosi, pimp, poem, poet, poetry, rapists, Rush Limbaugh, State of the Union, steal, Trump, Trump limerick, WhoppersLeave a comment

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02/04/20: In the Room the Senators Come and Go / Talking of When They’ll Get Their Dough

February 4, 2020February 4, 2020 iambanapestcare a fig, chophouse, death, Do I dare to eat a peach?, Do I dare to eat the dreams of a Salvadoran child?, Eliot, limerick, murder, nice corner booth, poem, poet, poetry, T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Trump, Trump limerick, truth, uncouth, youthLeave a comment

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02/03/20: Although I Do Itch Like a Man on a Fuzzy Tree, I Have Never Been in Love

February 3, 2020February 3, 2020 iambanapestAll Shook Up, American greatness, Diet Coke and Whoppers, drugs, Elvis, Elvis Presley, flunky, friend peanut butter and banana sandwich, fuzzy tree, Graceland, Jesus, junkie, limerick, murderous thugs, nanners, poem, poet, poetry, Putin, Russia's flunky, saint, sainted, sanctified, Trump, Trump limerick, unhealthyLeave a comment

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02/02/20: Fill Your Ever-Narrowing Life With the Proustian Tyranny of Smell

February 2, 2020 iambanapestair freshener, dog pens, fragrance, hell, historical moment, hung in a cell, limerick, mob, mobster, poem, poet, poetry, pumpkin spice, refugees, skunk, track suit, Trump, Trump limerick, witness, witness tampering with extreme prejudiceLeave a comment

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