Poem about City : Tale of Three Cities :New York blasted London blastedSingapore -Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,Crumbling walls.Priapic city monoliths -Blue-sky scraping bastards -Shout about their height (but really length) .
“Bastards! The Judge promised we wouldn’t be split!” I, eleven years old, yelled. “No couple will take all three of ya!” The hunchback, head of the orphanage shouted back. “It’s better for ya brother if he goes wid da rich folk.” Added Milton the toothless overseer. “No!
after I come home from synagogue. It’s a poem about welcoming the Sabbath as if she is a beautiful bride and we are all getting married to her. It is probably the most famous poem about the Sabbath ever written.
They’re hearty bastards and can withstand high temperatures and dehydration. Put some leaves in your pouch. They cure all kinds of ailments. My grandfather called the bush the anointed one.” After a few weeks I actually started to forget. I had my work during the morning and afternoon, ...
Well, so the world – or at least a subset of the world that enjoys both 21st century amenities and 19th century sentiments about entitlement, social order and the way things should be, the lucky bastards – has been abuzz over the royal baby. ...
straining against the mower as it cut the grass to the quick. It would be the closest shave the bastards had ever seen. The cemetery workers would halt their labor to watch, one make at stopping the desecration but seeing the furious abstract of his face think better of it, walking off...
and soiled things that can’t be recycled. I’m ashamed to admit we’re still using cleaning wipes, those convenient non-recyclable, non-biodegradable bastards. (We’re on the way to baking soda and vinegar, though, and I swear, my bathtub has never been happier. We also have ridiculousl...
He is now trying to change his diet. Not because he is overweight. On the contrary, he is one of the lucky bastards who can awaken in the middle of the night, consume a sleeve of cookies and go back to dreaming the dreams of those with outrageous metabolisms and no body fat. During...
Wei Wuxian fell back onto the floor, rolling around while laughing and flipping through more pages. One even had a “poem”. “There is a fair lady, the fairest of the age, who lives hidden away in a bare valley. Before the window she arranges her hair,And in the mirror sees her im...
You will struggle to make sense of it. For many days time will alter and you will feel brittle. You will feel rage and anger at the bastards who did this. You will look at each other and say, “This is not us.” And you will be wrong. ...