Mr. Monroe’s wife called him a degenerate when she found his young stud porn collection. He worked at a shelter for troubled youth and his wife came to the obvious conclusion. She always looked sympathetic but uncomfortable when he would … Continue reading Mr. Monroe’s Blessing
The Respect I So Richly Deserve –The Worst Submission Letter Ever Written I am a huge fan of your splendid rag. The genius contained within the pages could only be handpicked by the noblest of literary minds. I have my … Continue reading The Respect I So Richly Deserve –The Worst Submission Letter Ever Written
Mark Shallows, my alter-ego, is stoked about his new temp job. Little Miss Muffet Sat on a Tuffet In the offices of Mr. Grey Along came a spider sat down beside her and said I shall whip you this day! Ms. Muffet was offended but none the less upended He was a billionaire so it was OK Spider fetched whips and an assortment of clips Proceeded to have his way She thought she was set. He had his own jet and bundles of loot But sadness befell her when he proceeded to tell her He was just a janitor in … Continue reading Mr. Grey couldn’t make it. I’m from Manpower.
Back in the late 80’s and early 90’s I was a nude dancer. I loved it. I hated it. It has made all my other jobs, with their dress codes, conduct seminars, moral boosting platitudes and angry managers, feel like … Continue reading I was a Plump Angry Stripper- A Confession
I bought my title from the Queen’s titty dancer I have fragmented gold fingers I have the mouth of a king I know the coin of the realm is Jesus dust and angry red sin I swim in gilled lily … Continue reading I bought my title from the Queen’s titty dancer
Red is a party color! She screams. The tendon sheath makes a fine straw For blood slurry, brains and coffee, whipped and frothy. The children are messy with their blood smeared faces. They have bitten Ms. Mary and I wonder, … Continue reading Cannibal’s Carnival
When Johnny Black took the case, he thought it would be like having money crawl into his pocket, little did he know his pants had other plans. Read with my new microphone for extra sensory deception. Continue reading Johnny Black and the Dirty Blonde-A bedtime story for bad people