I had Joe Wenderoth as a professor for an english class and he was fired because hes such a wierdo. He gave me an 'A' though, because everyday before class began I presented the class with the sickest poem I could find in 'Letters to Wendy's.' It was great fun.
after Henri Michaux
Somehow it got into my room. I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped. It was nothing more than a frightened animal. Since than I raised it up. I kept it for myself, kept it in my room, kept it for its own good.