Bastards are commonplace.
Ugly bastards, fat ones, smelly
ones, and even the revered
lucky bastard.  Love to hate
"those" bastards.  My bastard
mage does bastardly deeds, but
lately, he takes pleasure at
early morning calls.  One
must despise the all
conquering, annoying bastard!


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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