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Lament for Bad Taste

Ill-suited to climb, ill-fitted as layman, he squirms. Unable to graze, unable to bargain, he squirms. Shrunken chaste by the written stricture of Damsel, he is impotent to swell. Like a dolphin . . . he . . . redden. Like a squirrel mounting his own tail, he . . . bacon. Gigolo, with no Woe-dodo or Miscreant . . . . Gigolo.

About the Author

Reb Livingston is the author of God Damsel (forthcoming) and Your Ten Favorite Words (Coconut Books), editor of No Tell Motel (www.notellmotel.org) and publisher of No Tell Books (www.notellbooks.org).