06/04/20: They’re MY Soldiers and It’s MY Stuff, Including the Lincoln Memorial June 4, 2020June 4, 2020 iambanapestcops, hair-trigger, kill, killing, limerick, Lincoln Memorial, murder, patron saint, poem, poet, poetry, police, police riots, policing, prayer, property rights, protests, riots, soldiers, spite, troops, Trump, Washington D.C., white flightLeave a comment Image
11/16/19: Urgent Wartime Dispatch From Loud-Cuckoo-Land November 16, 2019November 16, 2019 iambanapestbile, dissent, freedom, garrote, limerick, men who are vile, pardon, Pentagon, poem, poetry, soldiers, Trump, war crimes, war criminalsLeave a comment Image
06/05/19: History Is a Nightmare From Which I Am Trying to Wring a Few Bucks June 5, 2019June 6, 2019 iambanapestblood, D-Day, France, history, limerick, madness, my ilk, Nazis, nightmare, Normandy, poem, poetry, postwar, remember when?, sacrifice, sea, soldiers, Trump, World War IILeave a comment Image
04/03/19: The Men Who Have My Back Do Not Have Very Much in Front April 3, 2019 iambanapestBikers for Trump, cops, flop, holy wrath, limerick, national emergency, National Poetry Month, penile insecurity writ large, poem, poetry, protection for a 348-pound weakling, shock troops, soldiers, tax returns, TrumpLeave a comment Image