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11/24/19: The Text for Today’s Sermon Is From St. Paul’s Letter to the Shithole Dwellers

November 24, 2019November 24, 2019 iambanapestall-knowing, America, cheap gas, frack, fracking, God, landfills, limerick, Main Street, nasty, pathogens, poem, poetry, shit shat shut, shithole, shithole countries, treasure, Trump, tumbleweeds, USALeave a comment

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06/28/19: As I Understand It, “Lexicon” Refers to a Situation Where the Boyfriend of a Girl Named Lexi Goes to Prison

June 28, 2019 iambanapestAmerica, democracy, economy, fix, freedom, good job, great, hair, healthy weight, lexicon, limerick, medical care, poem, poetry, prayer, tariff, Trump, womanLeave a comment

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05/16/19: I Was Just Singing This Under My Breath. Then One of the Interns Added Some Sick Beats and It Went Platinum.

May 16, 2019 iambanapestAmerica, awful, bullion, campaign, ditty, flaying, going my way, incrementalism, limerick, male-pattern darkness, mule skin, poem, poetry, sick beats, sick rhymes, song of the summer, starkness, TrumpLeave a comment

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03/22/19: It’s Not So Much a Jingle as It Is a Mob Chant, But It’s Mighty Catchy All the Same

March 22, 2019March 22, 2019 iambanapest2020, advertising, America, bumper sticker, campaign, chicken nuggets, coffin, fucking, jingle, limerick, luck and its shit-outerism, mob chant, poem, poetry, pressed shredded chicken and carnal knowledge, Trump, voter fraudLeave a comment

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04/25/18: And It Smells Like a Sack of Pork Rinds

April 25, 2018April 25, 2018 iambanapestAmerica, bump and grind, larceny-induced blindness, mouth-breathing, National Poetry Month, poetry, the Old South, Trump limerickLeave a comment

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09/03/17: Answered (National Day of) Prayer

September 3, 2017September 3, 2017 iambanapestAmerica, fart, God, heart, limerick, mysterious ways, poetry, steeping, Trump, What is the half-life of beefy presidential flatus?Leave a comment

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