giving the job of this land’s highest post to the rich asshole who wants it the most is a bunk recipe for running a country
what should happen (if and when) evil’s root is found in men?
good looks fade both slow and steady; for this change one ought be ready
to scope bawds of such appearance, obtain you the proper clearance
do spare us the travesty of more brutal honesty
lapping up each tasty morsel leaves one feeling quite remorseful?!
dua puluh satu jan xix
invitations were rescinded, the event was doomed to fail, then some welcome news though arrived with the morning mail
if your mind’s with worry worn avoid indignation porn
despite all our best laid plans war and starvation curse these lands
he wants different shores to visit; living costs there fewer digits
there’s a deep lasting allure to a gent who’s too a monster
what’s it about mighty dames that drives menfolk so insane?
there are few girls (more like none) in the far off Vatican
his is wisdom and true wealth who works to conquer his own self
mounted on a slender pillar, the man spread fearmongery, shouting lies and hurling falsehoods to all souls whom he could see
trees and passions, they both grow. which one will tomorrow know?
there are many options open to a person who keeps hoping
two wrongs do not make a right (lest you’ve military might)
some artists we rarely see - they fall prey to history
man is plenty deep, inside - buy the ticket, take the ride
suspicions have been confirmed: too damp witches poorly burn
whorphan rests, at no-man's landing, while the straights with white-tops load; there he sits, a loathsome damn thing, knows not friend nor warm abode