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The only love that I can give Is plastic, artificial, Thin as cardboard, bloodless, pale, And borderline superficial. You stand in nakedness and..

Each sneeze portends a viral doom, Each cough, tuberculosis; You'd better not tell your folks or friends About your minor nasal quirks, Or they'll..

Shame on you, hostess, for making us gorge; A bird is for stuffing, not dear Uncle George! We needed red wagons and all of our strength To cart our..

Thanks for the turkey, thanks for the pie, Thanks for the bubbly champers so dry; Thanks for the cranberry sauce and the taters . . . Thanks for th..

It irks me, It angers me To hear these tales of Wanton endangerment, These cripplings and murders of innocents By the chest-thumping carnage clas..

Phantom bus, phantom bus, Breeding a doubt in all of us. Will it come or will it falter? Could God Almighty even alter The Schrödinger outcom..

They are the regular regulars, More so than I. First, the kid: He's methodical. With silent assurance and upward heaves He moves his masses gracef..

What ails you, dear Emmaline, Is not Chagas' disease, Or schistosomiasis, Or leprosy, or acute necrosis, Or typhus, or hypoplasia, Or tetanus, or..

O lovely devil, I need not speak of you; I merely think: "The time has come," And you appear! Your truck with the roll-up door in back Parks by t..

"Plaudicite, amici!" In that phrase I hear the echo of A trite Zen koan. Reformulate it thus: What is the sound Of no one clapping? Ah, but in t..