11/03/19: I Never Asked to Be a Father, and Yet I Am the Best Father Imaginable November 3, 2019November 3, 2019 iambanapestboys, cleaning, coffin, Donald Trump Jr., Eric Trump, fatherhood, freight, grifters, guns, heterosexual, hunters, limerick, mind, poem, poetry, sons, the late, Trump, weightLeave a comment Image
03/25/19: Cemetery Traffic Can Be Murder March 25, 2019 iambanapestboneyard, border, Cadillac, casket, coffin, Dream Journal, exoneration, fence, hearse, immensity, limerick, poem, poetry, traffic, Trump, welcoming roar Image
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 Image
12/05/18: I Can Hardly Be Expected to Get Through a Whole State Funeral Without Snacking December 5, 2018 iambanapestabsentee, assigning meaning to things, coffin, funeral, gall as a funeral snack food, George H.W. Bush, limerick, mortality's chattering teeth, obsequies, poetry, TrumpLeave a comment Image
