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
04/24/20: How Many Times Do I Have to Ask: What Have You Got to Lose? April 24, 2020April 24, 2020 iambanapestabortion, banning, bleach, coronavirus, covid-19, disinfectant, efficacious, extortion, golf, golfing, home remedies, IV drug use, junkie, Kid Rock, limerick, Lysol, mainlining, modern, National Poetry Month, pee, poem, poet, poetry, prostitutes, the needle and the damage done, theft, Trump, UV lightLeave a comment Image
03/10/20: Kids in Hospitals Are Writing Poetry About Me March 10, 2020March 10, 2020 iambanapestbreathing, breathing on people, bruises, dark sky, dishonor, God, Godlike, hospitalized children, hospitals, kids, leukemia, limerick, poem, poet, poetry, sky, theft, Trump, Trump limerick, Trump poetryLeave a comment Image
11/14/19: Happy Native American Heritage Month, Everybody! November 14, 2019 iambanapestCrazy Horse, Dippity-do, European, founding fathers, genocide, hookers, Indian, indigenous, land grab, launder, limerick, Native American, people, poem, poetry, settlers, Sioux, Sitting Bull, squander, theft, trail of tears, tribe, Trump, Wounded KneeLeave a comment Image
08/09/19: People Say, “There’s No Excuse for Your Behavior,” and I Just Laugh and Laugh and Laugh August 9, 2019 iambanapestairtight, alibi, anal hygiene, bald eagle, battle-axe, evergreen, excuse, illegal, legal, limerick, not my type, poem, poetry, shithole, soul, stealing, theftLeave a comment Image
10/10/18: As One Does, When Democracy Is Dying and Another Hurricane Is on the Way October 10, 2018October 10, 2018 iambanapestcrime family, fraud, graft, insufferability, kids who are snots, limerick, poetry, tacky yachts, the absence of death, theft, Trump, veins full of clotsLeave a comment Image
09/10/18: You Keep Saying Necrotic Like It Doesn’t Rhyme With Erotic September 10, 2018September 10, 2018 iambanapestbowel obstructionist, halito-necrosis, limerick, nymph, poetry, theft, Trump, wedged, WhoaLeave a comment Image