Showing posts with label The Roaring Twenties. Flappers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Roaring Twenties. Flappers. Show all posts
Sunday, August 10, 2025
Thursday, August 22, 2024
The Whimpering Twenties
We can't afford champagne now.
The Kid Smeller gives us free Fentanyl.
The Biltmore is office space.
New York City is a disgrace.
This side ain't paradise, my dear.
It's phony and queer.
No smoking, they vape.
I have to escape.
Cabala Embarrass got here sucking cock.
We thought Tom was just a dumb jock.
I miss the parties, these people wear masks.
CONVID, don't ask.
It's no masquerade, this Planet Scam.
Glad I'm dead.
Really, I am.
Tuesday, January 16, 2024
Friday, January 5, 2024
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