Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Epitaph for a Stripper
Her dream was a place in corporate America
Was what her daddy told the newspapers
Once they found her body on the side
of the New Jersey Turnpike