Thursday, November 09, 2006
Populist Poetry
I came across this last night -- in Magic Marker on concrete block -- as I parted company with an evening's worth of Scotch and red wine.
"Hola, you beautiful fucking fools. What? I love you!
Insight? Foolishness? Where do these guys come from?
"Hola, you beautiful fucking fools. What? I love you!
Insight? Foolishness? Where do these guys come from?