Frosting On Frost

When my wife says, “Can’t breathe.” It means I’m choking her too hard financially.”

Rocking a mask at the Guitar Store is anti-establishment behavior of the highest order man.

Younger brother being an asshole again.

You went to see Cheap Trick at the Capital Theatre on Valentine’s Day with Natalia.

Yes, you don’t have a monopoly on free spirited fun, Sir Snort A Lot.

Getting last licks in good, Challah. Thank you very much.

Robert Frost’s mother cooling on Frost, “If he doesn’t take the job, I’m not talking to him anymore. He acts like digging ditches for the mob is beneath him. But I thought the woods were lovely, deep and dark. So, write a new poem about the experience son, called Digging Out Of Debut To My Mother. Because I’m not bankrolling your poetry card business anymore because you could never afford me a real one from Hallmark in the 1st place. Not that your prose is conversational enough to make into the Hallmark family. Shit, at least James Taylor rhymes. Frosting on Frost. Challah, thank you very much.

Michael Kornbluth