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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
12/25/20: Even in This Time of Pandemic, I Am Invigorating the Lingo of Golf December 25, 2020 iambanapestbirdie, covid, COVID death toll, croak, golf, golf on Christmas, invigorate, limerick, lingo, patois, poem, poet, poetry, putt, Trump, TrumpieLeave a comment Image
09/10/20: You Say Withholding Vital Information, I Say Building a Legacy September 10, 2020 iambanapestBob Woodward, bones, covid-19, golf, legacy, limerick, manslaughter, murder, oxygen, poem, poet, poetry, rage, recordings, Trump, withholding informationLeave a comment Regarding the Bob Woodward tapes.https://www.cnn.com/2020/09/09/politics/trump-bob-woodward-interviews/index.html 09/10/20: You Say Withholding Vital Information, I Say Building a Legacy
08/24/20: It Is Not Only an Actual But a Spiritual Bloodline August 24, 2020August 24, 2020 iambanapestbloodline, golf, Jacob Blake, Kenosha, limerick, misery, poem, poet, poetry, slacks, spiritual, TrumpLeave a comment Image
08/15/20: Only Connect August 15, 2020August 15, 2020 iambanapestbatter, brownshirts, covid-19, golf, grieve, Kristallnacht, limerick, pie, poem, poet, poetry, post office, sabotage, schools, Trump, USPSLeave a comment Image
08/02/20: I Might Call This a Modest Proposal if the Concept of Modesty Had Ever Chanced to Enter My Brain August 2, 2020August 2, 2020 iambanapesta modest proposal, Gargantua, glut, golf, gut, Jonathan Swift, limerick, meat, modesty, poem, poet, poetry, protein, putt, Rabelais, room for them all, TrumpLeave a comment Image
07/29/20: To Be Delivered With a Rueful Wince, If I Can Manage It (Which I Can’t) July 29, 2020 iambanapestAfghanistan, Axios interview, burlesque, golf, grotesque, if it had reached my desk I would have done something, it never reached my desk, limerick, peacock, poem, poet, poetry, Russian bounties, Taliban, Trump, whoreLeave a comment Re this Axios interview by Jonathan Swan, particularly at 1:16 and 3:20. 07/29/20: To Be Delivered With a Rueful Wince, If I Can Manage It (Which I Can’t)
06/24/20: Maskless in Phoenix They Hymned Me All Night Long June 24, 2020June 24, 2020 iambanapestall night long, golf, Hail Donald, Hail Mary, hymn, king, Klan, landlord, limerick, Phoenix rally, poem, poet, poetry, porn, prayer, racism, racism as porn, scorn, toot your own horn, TrumpLeave a comment Image