satire – Near Zero Blog

A Glitch in a Subroutine

“Why have I been summoned to Dirtville?” demanded the lord. “Is it so urgent that you cannot email me your

Stone splitter Alone and bitter Rapt in a daze Thinking words are Lumps of clay Like grave markers. You eyeball

We’re Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit black sweeps the corner and leaves a fine residue

Kings highway is always a two lane state road filled with pot holes that meanders through bergs of inbreeders with

With a hot dog walk and a bicycle horn nose that kinda just squeaks, but still it blows, not content

“yuh Bozo hatin’ sunnuvabitch! Why, we’ll teach ya to hate Bozo, we, us, I, you know but it’s US, WE