Classic poem of the day
J ANCE gives two beggars, out of twenty, dimes;
Buying thus cheap their tales of tragedy.
It gives him quite a sense of charity,
And notes for dull harangues about “the times.”
His coarse hands jangle crazy mental chimes,
He strips tired failures to their souls with glee.
An old souse steeped in lies and levity
Once, for a dollar, sold him seven crimes.
His theories might be harmful were he not
So great a bore that no one listens long.
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Member poem of the day
'It's gravity, baby',
that's how it started--
three whispered words
under the bleachers,
two bodies
pulled into orbit.
From tongues of flame
halting caterwauls
breathlessly
stumbled...
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