Introduction

C'mon Willie, you can spare two lines.

My Heart's Abhorrence!

When, in disgrace with Fortune and man's eye
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Some S O B among the passers by
Is sure to say that HE is doing great!

Instead of hearing out my tale of trouble,
He'll tell me how he hit the daily double,
Or how his maiden aunt's old sewing box
Was found to hold a hundred Haloid stocks.

Haply, when I think on such as he,
I dream of tailpipes stuffed with TNT,
Or else I'd like to get in his cabaña
And stock his toilet bowl with live piranha.

Copyright; Tad Lawson
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