I understand now.

if you don’tyou cry.So don’t crybut do drinkyou willthusskip the shrinkhelp your soulto reflecton your liver’sdefect.And how oddthat your Goddid inventthe old boozethus he gaveyou the nodand you simplycan’t lose.It’s C-twoand H-fiveand OHfor youwe’re aliveand God-fearingso we lovethis endearinghistamine fuseto be touchedby kid’s glovewave awayall the blues.

his seventieth.The guests now goneand one could hearthe squeaking of his rocking chairaccompanied by birds,who, in the tropics, sing at nightas well, it set the stagefor melancholy reminiscenceabout the crossroads he had reachedwhere spectators just stood,observing him with friendly facesand the benevolence of man.The specialist had said ‘you will be fine’,though using neutral words to…

so few for tonsillectomyand I forever remain freewill never say vasectomy.

the drawback was the orange Persian catwhich climbed the balcony and always peed.A feud erupted soon, insults exchanged,veiled threats of shotgun blasts and even worse,the upper class was labeled as derangedbut ‘Lowlifes’ was the mother of a curse.The judge, who’d lived upstairs himself for years,found nothing nasty bordering on libel.In fact the very term did…

that she had always liked my scent,had on occasion failed to washto gain a fair extension for her nose,and then, when forty years had pastshe stood there in the aisle to geta jar of peanut butter, which was loathedand shunned by me, back then. The speakersin the store were playing soothingly,the song that promised what…

‘Twas a clever plan.No one would suspectthey would plant him, how clever!Hopes gone forever.McCain is a pile,it protrudes from the anus.He is no Janus.He could never winnor could Sarah the dimwit.Abominal sin.