Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "...plus phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The matter posted...? Poe's diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a mitzva, mostly. (Not a curse.)
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
(From The Archives) "Goodnight, Lady!" Revisit To A Drumpf Speech From 2021
"You damn well best stay home, you tired, you poor.
You'd find asylum...? Not if up to me.
You yearning huddled masses: you're a bore.
From shithole countries...? Who'd not want to flee...?
Blacks mailing early ballots...? Nope! No more.
Health services...? Day care...? That shit ain't free.
Don't make me build more wall nor shut no door!
More immigrants from Norway let there be.
(And yeah: I'll win -- again! -- in '24.)"
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