A Sonnet for the Evanston City Council

18 Aug

Shall I compare thee to a bag of dicks?

Thou art more floppy; tougher to inflate:

Rough winds do shake the flaccid shafts like sticks,

And just one bag hath all too light a weight:

Sometime too short a baggèd dick may stand,

and often is the tan complexion dimm’d;

And many dicks do find themselves unmanned,

With pubic hairs so horribly untrimm’d;

But thy bag-dickery, it shall not fade,

Thy dicks are forged in all thy shitty pride;

With character as cunty as Dwayne Wade,

The strength of all thy dicks shall not subside.

A late-night mugging I will have in store;

if shuttles stop at Sherman/Noyes no more.

One Response to “A Sonnet for the Evanston City Council”

  1. Laurie Keim August 20, 2013 at 12:50 am #

    Big Will, eat your heart out. It was more amazing than any summer’s day.
    Cheers,
    Laurie Keim

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