apparently bruce springsteen can't be bothered to announce the results of the lame poetry contest, so i'm taking matters into my own hands. here is the winning poem:
Steve McQueen is Smokin' Hot
But not as hot as your mom
Because your mom is hot
Also, Steve McQueen is dead which
introduces other factors like
maggots and
exhumation
and deep sea diving. Also, nuclear power
is not to be trusted especially when
in the hands of children. Never ever
open packages wrapped in
swiss cheese and
barbed wire
and sealed with boogers. Steve McQueen
died of a heart attack following surgery.
I die of a heart attack when I look at him.
And then I drink tea through my nose.
Tea anybody?
Tea?