Tim Torkildson, creator of the 'timerick,' and Founder of Applesauce Anonymous.
Eddie the Repo Man Has Time on His Hands: What Happens When Your Debt Is Suspended
@lizrhoffman
Eddie Whiteman had a truck/and he towed those out of luck/Now that banks are friendly-like/Eddie can go ride a bike/Repo man, your tragedy/doesn't even bother me/Living off of other's grief/you're no better than a thief.
Mr. Chuck Roerhrich responed to the above poem in the Wall Street Journal thus:
So you'd allow someone who stops making payments to keep the car?
If someone doesn't want to be arrested, should the police just let him walk away?
Mr. Paul Kahn, also from the Wall Street Journal, emailed me this marvelous response to the above poem:
Can you loan me a few thousand or so. I may or may not be able to pay you back but since you seem like the generous sort at least with other peoples money I was hoping you would be just as generous with your own.
If someone doesn't want to be arrested, should the police just let him walk away?
Mr. Paul Kahn, also from the Wall Street Journal, emailed me this marvelous response to the above poem:
Can you loan me a few thousand or so. I may or may not be able to pay you back but since you seem like the generous sort at least with other peoples money I was hoping you would be just as generous with your own.
A third person has chimed in, via email, on my above poem. This is Mr. Chad Martin, from the Wall Street Journal Commentary section:
Tim,
Grow up and realize life is not easy or fair
Dont try to give away other peoples moneyIf you know a better way, give your OWN money away.
The Pandemic Isn’t Over. New Yorkers Are Acting as if It Were.
@MWilsonNYT
Pandemic times are here to stay/but in New York they simply say/'Let's eat and drink and merry be/Who cares about mortality?/We'd rather with each other grapple/than stay shut up in the Big Apple!'
As protests spread to small-town America, militia groups respond with armed intimidation and online threats.
@isaacstanbecker
Militias are no guarantee/that I am secure, clear and free/Those gun-tottin' hayseeds/do not count their prayer beads/when striking their dread timpani.
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