The incomparable Sarah Street has taken a minute to share her latest poem with all of you. Dedicated to the big spenders whose only depth is in their wallets.
Mr. Moneybags
Mr. Moneybags,
How you gaze at me so lasciviously whilst I sip on my champagne.
I want to kick you quite hard in the private parts, though I fear it would be in vain.
But how comical it would be to me to watch you writhe around in pain.
But wait, I am too hasty and cruel.
Your pardon I must certainly beg.
You are, afterall, just a man
And think only with your third leg.
-SS
