In these nervous days, hand gel has replaced holy water as our go-to devil preventer.
The world is the rock,
Worry the hard place.
When art fails to move
And has nothing to teach
The artist must fall
In the arms of pastiche
When all else fails
Instructions read
Know they too
Astray will lead.
The only way
Right way to start
Is read the lines
Writ on the heart.
His day is my night / Of brains he’s bereft
His dark is my light / He lacks manly heft
My dear opponent / My dear opponent
There to the right / There to the left
Some cooks are forever trying new things
While offering their guests stale excuses
Let them master instead a handful of treats
Like the mamas and granny babushkas
It would be interesting to visit one of those stars a million light years away. But would it be much different than the one just over the horizon?
We’re told to be our brother’s slave
To always be a giver
Unless of course the bastard tries
To sell us down the river
Most people are decent, but in every field there’s at least one Wicked _____ of the West.
The tip of my tongue gets more crowded the older I get.
more crowded and perhaps more cryptic
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