When they scream,
"Kill him! Off with his head!"
I am appalled.
I would never scream such things.
I only whisper them to my pillow
(or at most, to trusted friends),
and only about people
who actually deserve it.
When they scream,
"Kill him! Off with his head!"
I am appalled.
I would never scream such things.
I only whisper them to my pillow
(or at most, to trusted friends),
and only about people
who actually deserve it.
I skipped all the myriad poetry activities in the area to go hear Faro’s new band, 5 Flavor Discount, down in Cranston tonight. Good funk and decent rock. Band was tight, there were go-go dancers on stage, people laughing and dancing, and the Sox won on the big screen. Lots of fun.
Man does not live by poetry alone. Sometimes, he needs a dose of Parliament.