The Love Song Of J. Edgar Goldstein
Let us go then, you and I,
Where my leer is sprawled out upon the thigh
Of the lefty chick that waits upon my table;
Let me binge, in certain half-deserted streets,
With friends with pointed sheetsThrough restless nights in Internet tirades
And sawed-off guys in chicken-hawk brigades:
Guys that swallow all my tedious arguments
Pusillanimous stray vents
That prompt in sane folk moral indigestion …Oh, do not ask my meaning!
Let me get on with my preening.On my blog the women come and bitch
Reading Ivan Denisovitch.
:::Waves Lighter:::
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Quick note about RSS: the title isn’t displayed in my reader (Sage) because of the pointy brackets. Not terribly important, but it might be worth remembering.
funny stuff
Hey, you got another linky from Dawn.
It’s brilliant.
Fantastic, sent to my pop, he loves the original and hates wingnuts, he should like this.