The Cur, the Bitch, and the Doggerel Writing Son of a Bitch

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The Bookie

Someone desperate says This is a stickup,
Your money or your life. Given
The choice, which would you

Choose? What a stupid question
I can hear you saying,
My life, of course. I say

Five will get you ten, friend,
Your life’s not worth
A plugged nickel.

White House Memento

Mnemonic

Memo almost forgotten
Whispers on

Tip

Of the page’s
Tongue.

What's up, Doc?

sounds
in

sane
but

to
stay

at
tuned
to
life

and
death

loony
as
a
loon.

In Transit

some continue

to miss
the mystery

others have lost and found.

Swinery

Pigs wallow in

Filth because it makes them
Feel clean

And good, we feel good
And clean only when

We throw it.

New Found Joy

How inexplicable is that

Feeling that

You’ve never felt before.