So much poetry today is hyperbolic metaphors about the universal experience of love. Meh. What happened to the working man's poetry? I once read this poem about a man from Nantucket.

At some point humans asked "what's the difference between a business & a person" & the general consensus was to let the lawyers decide. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to destroy the retirement of 37K line workers.

Is the outside world as horrifying as it seems inside my head? If so, I'll stay in here.

"The Long Con" would make a superb 70s porn star name. And by "70s porn star," I mean a pornographic actor in his 70s, today.

Cigarette usage on TV has dipped drastically since kids reduced their smoking habits. Good to see the youth finally being a good influence on the Hollywood cesspool.

My internet needs an anti-anxiety because it's too unstable & an anti-inflammatory because inflation has really ballooned it out.

Eating my bacon & toast this morning, eggs thrown against the front door of course, I read in the 'ol magic box that Americans spend more time in rages & bingeing than they do checking their cholesterol.

With the sharp increase of work crying in the average American office | A splash resistant smart phone & Lexapro prescription are more important than ever.

Is my gender man as in the "man" in "woman," or the "man" in "semantics?" I think I need to know for my taxes.

The only thing Americans bring to the table is their highly inflammable physiology from their diet.

A suicide vest leaves your arms free in case you want to turn the whole thing freaky.

What makes Spiderman appealing is he's a mainstream superhero who continually experiences poverty.

Is there some sort of inherent value to the realness of a social media post, or is the only acceptable usage of a post burying it 1/3 of the way into the dirt so the government can drop little communiqués on it from time to time?

My debt and income need to communicate with each other much more clearly.