Since my ebook is flying off the shelf, I figured I would share with the few people who have not purchased it, what they are missing. Here is an epic poem to wet your taste buds..

Rorschach
Ink blots are like clouds
What I see isn’t necessarily what u see
A bunny
A dog
A pile of poo
Skid marks provide a new media
New content daily
New canvas generally daily as well
Sometimes more
Sometimes it’s a streaming media
Toilet paper could display much content to gaze at and wonder what is there
Creativity that could impress your friends,
Amaze your love ones,
Post to Facebook to remember the vision you had.
A vision of a finger poking thru would be cool,
As long as not true
A vision of an epic struggle between good and corn would be epic
So the next time you sit on the toilet
Check out your skid mark
Check out your toilet paper canvas
Imagine what you could learn about yourself from what your mind could see
Is it sick to find art in shit?
Or just sick to talk about finding art in shit?

To get more amazing crappy poetry, you can buy my book here.

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