Casablanca 2: Trump-World Boogaloo Casablanc-me The moon’s going out tonight and can’t decide between a bulletproof vest or a straight jacket and tights (She had the attention span of a corn chip and my heart is guacamole) Casablanc-you All I’ve got left is a green Batman t-shirt and a busted piano …
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If You Stare At My Nose Long Enough It Looks Like A Penis I only just noticed this yesterday Between Trump vs. North Korea and a bad dream Involving all the women who’ve left me vs. all the women I’ve let down and I’ve been living with my nose now For a …
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My 45 Year Old Penis vs. The Penis Of My Youth Where do we start here? Do we start with girth? Ok, Wait! This poem interrupted By today’s news that Trumpcare failed to make it off its own runway Or into the connected sex pool Or through the front gates of its …
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note: the following was written a few nights ago by Jonathan Montgomery, Shayna Lynn, and me after reading poetry on the radio (link to listen pasted down below) and then going back to my place and watching Birdman. While Watching Birdman (or: and also a couple of scenes from Jaws 3) “You’re drinking? “I’m …
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