04-19-2020, 07:41 AM
Without Nostalgia
Having played the Game of Jarts™
two yellow rings spaced far apart
at which one lobbed large pointed metal
darts with gaily colored fins
(that ancients would have recognized
as armor-piercing distance weapons)
one can sympathize with William
Tell’s first apple-holder in
ol’ Bill’s apprenticeship.
Ah, Baltic Avenue, remember it well... $4 rent and dear at the price. Nice!
Having played the Game of Jarts™
two yellow rings spaced far apart
at which one lobbed large pointed metal
darts with gaily colored fins
(that ancients would have recognized
as armor-piercing distance weapons)
one can sympathize with William
Tell’s first apple-holder in
ol’ Bill’s apprenticeship.
The underhand throw conduced to this.Ah, Baltic Avenue, remember it well... $4 rent and dear at the price. Nice!
(04-19-2020, 12:41 AM)Todd Wrote: Confessions of a Slumlord
You made a wrong turn
coming here in your sports car
like you just won ten dollars
in a beauty contest,
and want to celebrate
at some gastropub. You can roll
out of here with your gentrification
back to Park Place. I see you glancing
down beneath that top hat
like I'm the criminal for letting cockroaches
live in my building—you mean
tenants, not bugs. I should go to jail
for building homes. It's my fault
that I don't have a dowsing rod
to fill the pipes with water. That I can't make
lightning light up the neighborhood.
You must think it's Christmas.
I don't own the utilities.
Non-practicing atheist