"I think that I shall never lissen/To poetry as strident as when my wife on me be dissin'/ I...
Curses! Where's Bao Luo, the poet laureate of TBJ when you need him? Our own li'l cracker-ass Maya Angelou straight from the frozen wastes of Canuckastan.
Muse kicked me outa her car,
50 miles from nearest bar,
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Where I knew not whither.
I walked, I did hop,
No car would stop.
I eventually crawled
till my knees were blooded.
Now I slither.