The obscurity of this week’s words
should be called
Revisting the Nut Museum
because
there are dead animals hanging off the side of your house
Damn it. And
oh pish posh…
Socialism Hurts: Pray
pray because
Jesus Falls the First Time is so illuminatingly clever it should be a poem
except
the poets are full-moonish today
and we’re about to be
ambushed by a room full of cat ladies
But I do
love Pops atop dunes
Hey!
Is that moonshine in your back seat?
Whooooo cooks for me!
Whooooo cooks for me!
