Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
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Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.
Who’d have thought? One name
mentioned in my blog would blow
page views through the roof.
props to writeitoutplease for this one
Dayglo yellow green
drink attempts to co-opt our
freedom with caffeine.
Sadako folded
a thousand paper cranes and
hoped for miracles.
My daughter asks why
I hate Paul Tibbets. He was
just doing his job.
He had no regrets
about dropping the A-bomb.
Did he have a soul?
Open the doors and
Eighty thousand lives are lost.
Helluva workday.
Paul Tibbets just went
to hell, where a black mushroom
cloud is his tombstone.
That candy still sits
there. What would Fat Bastard say?
“Get in my belly!”