Pittsburgh is paying last respects to three police officers murdered last weekend.
I’ve had my problems with the Pittsburgh police in the past, but today I have nothing but sadness, gratitude, and respect.
Seth Madej
Monthly Archives: April 2009
The First Person Who Finds the Matzo in This Post Gets a Dollar
I just remembered that four or five years ago I gave a reading on the first night of Passover and asked the audience, “Did anyone remember to put the lamb’s blood over the door? No? Then maybe we should wrap this up early.” No one laughed.
Slights like that are the reason that millions of kids are being forced to eat horseradish tonight, you goyish bastards.
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Taco Bell Haiku
In celebration of National Poetry Month:
Burrito supreme
collapsing like a beached whale
as spork meets ground beef.
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Potatoes nosing
from clotted meat like corpses
sprung from profane ground.
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Atkins dieter
folds another tortilla
past lips veiled with tears.
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Mexican pizza
launched from the boy’s tray splatters.
“Technicolor yawn!”
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Resting cheese snakes molt,
dusting a nest of lettuce
with their jaundiced skin.
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