Torsade Literary Space Eight: King’s Bishop (poem)
King’s Bishop How’s the latest hoodwink? That a good word, hoodwink? You like it? So it comes from olden times, highway robbery Stagecoaches, powdered wigs Stand and eat liver, that the phrase? [laughs] And warned him with her death You think I’m nuts, what’s he talking about? You don’t know that […]