06/01/19: Our Lust for Guns Stems From Fealty to Our History June 1, 2019June 1, 2019 iambanapestcorpse, families, founding fathers, ghosts, guns, heritage, holes, hymn, limerick, mass shooting, poem, poetry, rejoice, Second Amendment, sick, soul, tragedy, Trump, Virginia BeachLeave a comment Image
05/09/19: When You Value Something, You Protect It. I Mean, Duh. May 9, 2019May 9, 2019 iambanapestchildren, firearms, gummi worms, guns, I have sniffed eternity in that sweet/sour/sugary exhalation, John Doe, kids, limerick, little toe, National Rifle Association, NRA, pint-size, poem, poetry, school shootings, Second Amendment, Trump, van Gogh, weaponsLeave a comment Image
05/19/18: Trigger Happiness May 19, 2018May 19, 2018 iambanapestconstitutional originalism, dead schoolchildren, guns, limerick, poetry, Santa Fe, Second Amendment, TrumpLeave a comment Image
11/09/17: Happiness Is a Smarmed Gun November 9, 2017 iambanapestholes, liens, limerick, poetry, Second Amendment, souls, sporks, Trump, unfillabilityLeave a comment Image
10/23/17: A Big Gulp in Every Cupholder and Ink on Every Throat October 23, 2017 iambanapest"Can you show me on this doll where your president touched you?", limerick, neck tats, poetry, Second Amendment, Trump, Trumpcare, yuge clipsLeave a comment Image
08/24/17: “And That’s the Way It Is” August 24, 2017August 24, 2017 iambanapestFirst Amendment, leaks, limerick, poetry, Second Amendment, Trump, Walter Cronkite, whores for truthLeave a comment Image
