Peppermint-Striped Middle Finger, A Poem by Chris Russell

Merry Christmas, world, why not. The elves are on their stupid shelves and looking like a horror movie. But you can’t tell me some little mushroom-cheeked punk showing up unblinking, unexpectedly, each time you turn on a light, even when you’re in the bathroom, the little perv, isn’t twisted, isn’t a big pantaloon-covered and peppermint-striped … Continue reading Peppermint-Striped Middle Finger, A Poem by Chris Russell