01/19/21 (2): Op. Posth. No. 17 (Hair, Fingernails, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, etc.) January 19, 2021 iambanapestBabe Ruth, buried alive, casket, coffin, fingernails, gluttony, greed, hair, Il Bambino, inspiration, jealousy, limerick, op. posth., opus posthumous, phone booth, poem, poet, poetry, sloth, stink, the Sultan of Swat, the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, tight pants, Trump, wormsLeave a comment Image
07/02/20: How Dare You Suggest I’ve Never Experienced Hardship? July 2, 2020July 2, 2020 iambanapestbluff, colon, darkness, disease, embezzlement, greed, hardship, hoarders, hoarding, limerick, personal enrichment, poem, poet, poetry, stolen, swollen, tendons, theft, TrumpLeave a comment Image
10/20/19: Well, Bless-uh My Soul, What’s Wrong With Me? I’m Itchin’ Like a Man on a Money Tree October 20, 2019 iambanapestAll Shook Up, batter-fried, dream, Dream Journal, Elvis, Gladys Presley, grace, Graceland, greed, gutted, limerick, poem, poetry, rattle, roll, shake, songs, TrumpLeave a comment Image
08/17/19: Look Upon My Body and See the Splendor of the American Experiment August 17, 2019 iambanapestAmerican, balls, bleed, golf, greed, injustice, innocents, leadership, limerick, MAGA2020, poem, poetry, righteous, tee, teed, Trump, whiteLeave a comment Image
02/10/19: Today’s Text Is From St. Guccione’s Second Letter to the Fratsters, chapter 3, verses 5-8. February 10, 2019February 10, 2019 iambanapestblessings, cheap beer, Cinemax, faith, greed, heed, limerick, patriots, poetry, Schlitz, Sunday sermon, tits, TrumpLeave a comment Image