Have I mentioned that I hated my childhood? I do like contemplating the false sentimentality and reveling in the pure misery that is youth. Continue reading Dregs
A poem about the Apocalypse via the captains of industry. Continue reading Fracking
A poem about my poor adjustments to adult life. Happy Birthday to me.
Anyone who hasn’t visited my site you’ll rue the day! Continue reading Sunshine in the Middle Ages
I knew he was the one for me when I saw the beer ads flashing in his eyes. He had a racist tattoo on his back and pissed off all my friends. I felt special when they said I could … Continue reading A tale of symbiotic abuse
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 was going to heave these rocks at you Then I remembered the scarlet letter on my breast Or It used to be a letter but now it has become a chapter a verse a series of run on sentences … Continue reading True to form
When I apply for a job, there is a sweet, round woman that leads me into a room with banks of computers. They use the Sphynx Riddling program to test the content of the job applicant’s soul. The wires are … Continue reading No Wrong Answers