Wind power

I don't feel like bellowing about old cracker goopers getting their name in lights at the rock hall of fame, an idea that, aside from being a financial non-windfall, is inherently fucking stupid.

I don't feel like screeching about young draft picks ripping up the second knee in order to have a matching pair for nights out at Playhouse Square.

I don't feel like guffawing about the comedy of permission because, oh, what's the point, not as if the sun isn't going to go red giant & devour us whole anyway.

The Importance of Being Earnest

I shush because I care.

"This coffee's bitter."

C'est vrai. If I want bitter, I'll go home and talk to my wife.
Badabing, that's the end of this life. Let me make this

perfectly Nixonian, incoming freshman class:
you are the victim of deception, of agitprop.

The library does not guarantee free textbooks for all.
Free textbooks for all the library does not guarantee.

The bookstore guarantees textbooks for thee,
gold coin or pound of flesh, gallows or the axe,

death by desperate, knotted stomach, winded pipe
or bleeding through merry halls til thou expire.

Wars & security states ain't cheap, bub
but they sure is rub-a-dub-funny.

Shush! or you won't hear the laughing.