11/04/18: The Word “Falsehood” Makes Me Laugh My Fucking Ass Off November 4, 2018 iambanapestcorpse smoking, croaking, limerick, poetry, standardized lying, the vocal cords of fascism shall never cease their vibration, Trump Image
11/02/17: Background Music Front and Center November 2, 2017November 2, 2017 iambanapestcroaking, fate, gristle, limerick, missiles, Muzak, poetry, thistles, Trump, venom, whistling past the graveyardLeave a comment Image
