Category: Randolph Trow
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Why You Should Give Me Your Dads Money
Written by Randolph Trow Art by Eva Colabatistto Every day I look at my bank account and say, “Mother…fucker! Today’s gonna SUCK!!!” And to all the rich blueblood pricks who don’t say that shit, fuck you, and give me your money. I grew up going to an all-male, southern, K-12…
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The Burning Bud
Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin Spinoff of “The Burning Babe” by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night, stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat, which made my head to grow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was…
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Weed Before Xmas
Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin T’was the Night before Weed Day, when all through the house No creatures were stirring, not even a mouse; Their buds hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug…
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