The good news: I've finally attained literary immortality.
The bad news: It's for...this.
Oh, well. I shall endeavor to bear my success with good grace.
Bound for Glory
The unmoving sphincter writes, and having writ,
I cannot cross it out. So here I sit
upon the Throne of Poesy, forever.
Oh, how I wish that I could give a shit!
Last edited by Julie Steiner; 03-05-2018 at 12:58 AM.
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