Lucky StiffToni Mirosevich
Someone called me a lucky stiff. It's true. I'm less flexible
singer crooned. Stiff isn't the same as rigid, thoughts, spines,
you're loosey goosey, like the baby that fell off a balcony
Gumby, as Hubert Humphrey, as a salesman trying to make
who flip flops as if he invented rubber thongs? Now Nixon
than leather. He had it down; Pat, he cried, when it was time
smiling that goofy grin, inflexible, incalcitrant. What did Mamie
learn to flex our might and then our arms so they'll be able
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