There aint nothing a dame didn’t understand like a slap in the mouth or a slug from a 45.

Have you ever had someone read your diary? It makes you feel violated in a way. That’s the same way I feel when someone reads the thoughts and drafts of poems I have jotted down in my notebook.

The irony of life.

Enough Is Enough.

Two superheroes stand up against waste polluters.

My own lesson in poetry about Pandora and the world.

An evil villain is lurking about. His name is the Shadow Master.

Ah, the life of being a villain. Come watch me, Moltar, handle a nice day at the castle and well… you know. Do villain stuff.

Look to the picture below, it is a funny picture but is it really funny? I think there would come from true in some place around the world.

Original poem.