Homemade Zine Poetry:
Someone handed me this zine at the show the other night, and it’s your typical angsty fare, except for the poetry page, which kills me. It’s so vulgar, but I just can’t help it. Maybe it’s the 7th grade boy in me.
AS I LOOK DOWN AND WATCH THE CRABS GO ROUND
I ASK MY SELF
“BITCH, WHO HAVEN’T YOU F*CKED?”
Really, the all caps just makes it even more true to life.