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
03/22/20: Tips ‘n’ Tricks for When the Mass Graves Aren’t Dug Yet March 22, 2020 iambanapestaroma, body bag futures, briefing, coronavirus, corpses, covid-19, fragrance, French kissing, life hacks for when the mass graves aren't ready yet, limerick, perfume, pimp, pimpery, pimping, poem, poet, poetry, proper care of the deceased, scent, stench, stink, Trump, Trump limerick, Trump poetry, White House briefing Image
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08/25/18: Has the Spray-Tanning Booth Been Installed in My Dacha Yet? August 25, 2018 iambanapestespionage, John le Carré, limerick, nod, poetry, Putin, slinking--degree of difficulty thereof, stink, The Eagle Flies at Midnight, The Spy Who Came In From the Cold, Trump, winkLeave a comment Image