Self-professed laziest poet alive. Works in short bursts of creativity before getting bored and not writing again for months. Hates 90% of poems submitted here, but knows that the ones he most hates are probably the ones people would actually comment on and score highly.
Influences are Bukowski, Vonnegut, Burroughs, Burgess, Orwell, all the idiots of the world, all the bad landlords and whatever else.
Also a musician, painter and intellectual. Party trick: playing four wine glasses at once.
Above all else
The lessons I learned
Are probably not much more insightful
Than anyone else
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There's something classically appealing about a good woman
Dressed in different kinds of lingerie.
Some like it so much, they have seperate pieces
For any given day.
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Of all the things we've been given
Whether by God or by evolution (not sure which are we)
It's the ability of thinking, sensible reasoning
That I call
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I don't fear the future.
I know what it holds.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't concern me
Because it does.
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To me, television is a chore.
It is a bore.
It shows half a program, then makes you sift through adverts for more.
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