It all started
with a couple of bootleg poems
made on crappy blanks in a smelly subway
(can you smell it?)...
Fast forward a little [insert success montage here],
and things are *a bit* more grown up.
My poems are made for those with alternative tastes.
You know, the black sheep of the family,
the passionate punk rock fan that also appreciates Taylor Swift, the tattoo collector, even the proud BTTF enthusiast.
It’s poetry for those who like a little dirt under their fingernails.
Coyote Blood is the brand your Stepmom warned you about.
So...
Take a load off.
Pretend it's summer and we're sitting around
a trashcan fire in NYC.
Staying true to the original dirtbag mentality.
“You can take the kid out of the ghetto…”
as they say.