Poetry runs through his veins; his kidneys; his gall bladder; his thymus gland. In fact, it runs through everything except his lymph nodes and, surprisingly, his genitalia.
Though other human beings often utterly repel him, he feels compelled by some greater force to impart his poetry upon them.
At times shocking, at times deeply profound, his words will ultimately enlighten and enrich mediocre lives.
Thank The Poet Lawrie Hurt