Found some of my old work. Damn I used to be such a great poet in my pants i keep chickens --------------------------- in my pants i keep chickens and other birds in my pants i keep lotion which prevents chafing from the feathers in my pants i keep ointments to put on the birds when they are sick from the lotion my pants are quite stained from the lotion and ointments the launderette girl looks at me she looks at me funny
Well I feel "chickens" is, in many ways, my magnum opus, but you can trace the development of my poetic ideas and technique through some of my other work. I provide them here for the benefit, study, education and, dare I say, betterment of all. paperclips ---------- paperclips o paperclips oh why did you leave me standing on the concourse with a pile of sheafs floating to the ground like so many leafs paperclips o paperclips oh why did you go paperclips oh
Ah yes, how could anyone forget one of my most successful works: the stain --------- theres a stain on my trousers but its not what you think i was eating a yoghurt a yoghurty drink theres a stain on my trousers right next to the fly i could not get it there if i were to try theres a stain on my trousers dont look at me like that at least i didnt do it into your best hat like last time
Like your poetry. It has a certain urban feel to it, unlike the stuff that is so elegant and always rhyms. You set out a poem that lets you connect. Although I cant say I have ever shoved chickens down my pants :H
