The Japes of Wrath

The Grub Street highway was hedged with a mat of angered, outspoken, wry asses, and the asses’ threads were heavy with rote barbs to catch on a dog’s gloat, and mawk’s tales to wrangle with Tor’s upset socks, and Rover slurs to fashion in cheap bull; heaping strife hating to be led and coerced, every breed alarmed with a defiance controversial, enlisting hearts and paratroops for the chagrinned, spittle smears and bawls of whiney scorns, and all baiting for scandals or the phlegm of a trufan’s blurt, all aggressive but harmed by alliances of negativity, still, but each distressed by the augur of nuisance.


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