Political correctness is driving machismo underground and recalling effeminacy from exile.
Our punning minds rejoin what logic has separated.
Poor but happy is not a phrase invented by a poor person.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
Progress may feel more like loss than gain.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.