How come
I can make you come,
she said,
but I can never make you go?
Oh what filth it was, she said,
Talking to him about love,
And oh what a downer it was
Waking up with an autoerotic
Skullduggish clown like him.
Hopium
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I have come to the end of my hope. My political life began when as a kid I
cheered John F. Kennedy in his run for the presidency. I had no real idea
who he...
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)