You breed dogs to sell in Ontario; you drive like a freak in Cato. Your chattel incessantly hump legs; I watched you incessantly hump bumpers. You make those who purchase your dogs promise not to spay or neuter right away; your need for speed right now endangers lives on
Is Poetry In Your Pocket Day a good idea, when the poem you share is filled with bile?
I will send money Pushed by light To one twentieth of a new storefront Or to five minutes of a billable hour Or to a sixtieth of a new well I will spend time Twenty minutes on a letter to shaking heads Or four hours