I know I walk on two feet, but it’s the human bipeds that get stuck in my craw. So I make fun of those guys and gals who annoy me, as well as their institutions that seek to harm the planet. Crows everywhere want to live in peace, not swallow plastic or suffocate from foul-smelling air. I use satire in a loving way to get my point across—well, not that loving. This is for all you satirical birds out there who don’t have the guts to caw what’s on their minds.
Some Things About the Crow—Mark Tulin
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Satire-related poetry:
A religious busy signal in God’s Not Home Right Now.
The silly and the contrived in At the Local Cliché Store.
Men in shorts, a little white ball, and a bag of clubs in The Haiku of Golf.
Satirical fiction:
Gambling can be devilish in The Casino Hot Seat.
A quarterback who loves football too much in Sex and American Football.
A sex educator wannabe in My Sexual Attitude Reassessment Class.
Satirical humor:
A food obsession in My Uncle Tony was a Vegan.
Spaced out on porn in The Sexual Twilight Zone.
A Yogi gone wild in Monk Too Whiny for Monastery.
Don’t disrespect my grammar— On Receiving Unwanted Literary Advice.
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Reader Comment of the Week:
Thank you, Carlo Zeno, fellow author at Medium.com, for his comment about my parody Sittin’ on the Dock of the Trashy Bay, “Mark Tulin is a deeply reflective and disarmingly humorous writer who also happens to be an incredible photographer. I was delighted to find a fellow writer who delights in both poetry and satire. He is another one who I believe the world will be reading one hundred years from now..”