A Poem By Ben

I thought I would share with you all this poem my brother Ben wrote for me on my last birthday.  

Pay particular attention to his creative sense of spelling, which I, for one, find most inspirational. 

Here’s the recap incase you can’t read his handwriting:

“Your a Glimmering skunk linging in the wind.

A beautiful sponge, withering from essance

A Shimmering Gem flowing in a river of sewage.

An overessant piece of pit-hair dangling off the arm of a pre-mature, european hooker.

A blossoming wart pussing with

glamour.”

Just remember folks, poetry does not always have to be grammatically correct.

Thanks, Ben!  I’ve always thought of you as a Shimmering Gem flowing in a river of sewage too.  🙂