More from guest blogger GFH.
Drumpft has sailed
unto his rest.
Senile retribution
there must be forgot,
and loy'lty test
and all that pussy-grabbin'
where the loser's
ceas'd to be a star --
now just some burnt shit
in a jar.
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy 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, August 20, 2025
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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
