There’s a thing called cabin fever… a very warm and a very feverish thing… that I understand probably better than anybody. May 2, 2020May 2, 2020 iambanapestbreast-feeding, breasts, cabin fever, fierce, fish belly, Flint, glint, Jonestown, limerick, Michigan, mindless adulation, nursing, poem, poet, poetry, skins, slurp, teats, Trump, very good people, waters, wonderful peopleLeave a comment Image
04/28/19: Divinity—It Isn’t Just Hillbilly Fudge April 28, 2019 iambanapestclinging, divinity, elites, eschewing, God, Green Bay, id, limerick, National Poetry Month, peccadillo, pillow, poem, poetry, rally, soiled, teats, theology, Trump, viciousness, WisconsinLeave a comment Image
01/15/19: Watch Me Get Rid of This Pesky Fly Just By Shuddering My Haunch Skin January 15, 2019January 15, 2019 iambanapestblue-ribbon dairy cows, fodder, good people make the best cud, hoof-tweeting, limerick, parallel universe, poetry, teats, Trump, usually when I'm rage-tweeting it just means my udder is painfully distendedLeave a comment Image
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