The Rat Squeaks

This is all either wild or pretentious fiction--except the parts that are true.

Fiorello La Guardia: "There is no Democratic or Republican way of cleaning the streets." Fiorello La Guardia (12/11/1882 – 09/2...

The Flesh Dead to the world, Living in sin without an accomplice. And, oh, how wretched a result All these evil thoughts are producing All...

Out loud? I thought I was typing silently... You can all go to hell as far as I'm concerned; I'll be along after you very soon.

Our Mistake If you hold me up to the light You'll see right through, And we'll be done, I'll wait awhile, But likely that is w...

Professor Against Policeman I am as disgusted as most people, though more amused, at the Gates arrest by the Cambridge policeman. I suppos...

Easy Way Out It seems to me I write without much reaction these days And linger here because it's no worse than any other place To bre...

Why did the chicken scratch his ass?

If I wrote a really bad poem, Like this one, I wonder who would know it? I assume that, like always, I wouldn't be able to guess who k...

by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his w...