Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Elon Musk please leave me be;

I don’t share your trajectory.

The moon and all the space beyond

Is only for the rich beau monde.

Outer space with risk is fraught;

I’d rather orbit Pixie Lott.

Tim Torkildson: I am convinced that if God meant man to laugh, he would have made more Democrats.

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