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04/11/20: Many People Are Saying the Very Air Is Full of Signs and Portents

April 11, 2020April 11, 2020 iambanapestbuddy, coughing up a lung, fat chick, golf, it ain't over till the fat lady sings, kiss, limerick, many people are saying, Melania, National Poetry Month, poem, poet, poetry, portents, signs, signs and portents, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment

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03/08/20: Contemporary Rites of Evangelical Worship, as I Understand Them

March 8, 2020March 8, 2020 iambanapestblessings, depressing, evangelicals, fraud, God, holy depression, it's known as "the licking of the host", limerick, overbooked, pageant, poem, poet, poetry, ranch dressing, rites, tongue, tonguing, Trump, Trump limerick, Trump poetry, vats, worshipLeave a comment

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12/04/19: I Am a Lion of the Serengeti, If the Serengeti Were a Gauche Palazzo in South Florida

December 4, 2019December 4, 2019 iambanapestcareless, drape, dung, flesh, gauche, limerick, lion, mane, Mar-a-Lago, palazzo, poem, poetry, poop, regal, reign, scat, scent, Serengeti, shit, splendid, stirring, tongue, toothsome, Trump, Trump limerick, youngLeave a comment

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09/10/19: Someone* Once Said, “Diplomacy Is Like Jazz.” Well, I Hate Jazz.

September 10, 2019September 10, 2019 iambanapestbig picture, course, creche, diplomacy, flesh, fleshes, force, gene, golf, HORSE, intelligence, jazz, kissing, limerick, poem, poetry, refugee children, remorse, Richard Holbrooke, tongue, Trump, Trump-brandedLeave a comment

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*Richard Holbrooke

09/10/19: Someone* Once Said, “Diplomacy Is Like Jazz.” Well, I Hate Jazz.

06/12/19: And Another Thing—Why Is There No Golf in Macbeth?

June 12, 2019June 12, 2019 iambanapestanus, ass, Coriolanus, D.C., heinous, intrepid, kisser, limerick, Macbeth, poem, poetry, polling, Shakespeare, snob, snobbery, snobbish, taste, ten thousand, toady, toadying, tongue, tragedy but without any sort of greatness or nobility whatsoever, TrumpLeave a comment

05/19/19: There Is No 12-Step Program for This, Nor Would I Want One

May 19, 2019 iambanapestbaby aspirin, cheeks, chili dogs, cocaine, drool, explosives, gunpowder, head rush, kaboom, limerick, nuclear fuel, plastique, poem, poetry, the power of speech, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment

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04/14/19: Yes, But It’s a Dry, Murderous, Excruciating Heat

April 14, 2019 iambanapestchest cavity, death throes, dewiness lost, global warming, health care, limerick, lungs, National Poetry Month, parched, poem, poetry, spine, stiff, swallowing, synergy, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment

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02/09/19: Also, My Spray-Tan Seems to Have Become Creosote

February 9, 2019 iambanapestcreosote, death, Earth, ferry, gloating, limerick, mythology, opus posthumous, poetry, the Underworld, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment

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