I mean he writes of his cars while growing up,

He writes and expects us to believe its his pup,

He writes of his life & hopes of reviews,

And when he doesn’t get it, he whines profusely…

He thinks he does write in the humor category,

I wish he would write of his life’s glory,

Though he has precious little,

Then he tells of his favorite place, the ocean,

He’d be better off drowning as there is little,

Of his brain left from smoking herb,

What’s there is for the most part quite brittle…

Now he cannot sleep too very long,

In the way may be his schlong,

Maybe writing this little stupidity,

Will make him realize his writing as very little validity…

© ed J 7/25/08