While the first two weeks of the season were so miserable I couldn’t stomach doing anything for those Stuff and Shenanigans editions other than fecal-quality poetry, they did teach me one thing: It’s way more enjoyable to write fecal-quality poetry than it is to write actual sensical words (or better-than-fecal-quality poetry).
So today I’m just gonna combine the two.
See, I can more easily hop to it writing this whole thing by tricking myself into thinking it might be mindless and fun, which could only be true if it consists of poems that make you want to claw out your retinas.