A Supreme Response
Another
in our series of limericks about toxic males:
"I'm a natural guy," mused Mose,
As he came downstairs in no clothes.
"I guess I'm just real,"
He explained, "no big deal."
"Yes," said his wife, "and it shows."
That, of course, is an attempt to balance the gender scales after our recent twitting, if that be the word, of a woman. (Definition: a person with longer hair, usually but not always, and almost invariably more expensive shoes.) Which led to a knock on the door.
I opened up, and Clarence Thomas slapped the shit out of me.
"Wow!" I said.
And yet another:
"Do not think," said a fellow named Lee,
"You can psychoanalyze me.
I'm layers and levels
Of prayers and devils,
And none of them in it for free."