I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as ...
It's heartening to see a tagger take that first step toward poetry -- especially with such well-formed script -- but I'm still upset the Williamsburg Bridge maintenance crew saw fit to erase the Chance Mexico Map above (before left, after right) but preserve lee lee go pee pee, right.
I'd like to thank TV, the Internet, and the Academy for the gutter I find myself swimming.
Titillation and humiliation rule Culture, and I am just a lowly entertainer, a spastic dervish clown dancing for your pleasure, spinning faster and faster, turning redder and redder, slipping and flopping but never stopping.
Forget the tree falling in a forest; do I exist when you stop looking at me?