his art:
His writing:
HAPPINESS
MY SOUL IS A 2 HOUR BURNT POTATO
BLACKER THAN THE HOCKEY PUCK OF PAIN
I SEEK MY ETERNAL HAPPY
BUT IT IS NOT MY GRAND PAPPY
I WANT TO CRY
A WORD THAT RHYMES IS DIE
I MUST SEEK JESUS
BUT NOTHING RHYMES WITH IT
ROAST BEEF SANDWICH
i have always loved my beef
i loved it so much that i was going to
trade my gameboy to carl for his sandwich
chris read these to poems last night at the open mic and and laughed so hard that he cried on stage, i too cried because it was fucking hilarious. Josh is always a big hit at open mic.
don't you wish you had a clever little brother