Bees I write nonsense poetry...like this one: There's a common misconception All across the nation That bees make cheese with their knees. But the better of us know Bees produce cheese by using Their employees; the fleas To churn butter to and fro.

Trendies Click click click With my new retro camera OMG What my new retro bag Hell no What your common converse Nowhere near me With your normal job Be jealous of me With my new retro hairstyle I'm so fucking trendy I best find something new Before all of you (catch on).

Here's To 2013 Here we are in 2013 - an ode So to the Mayans let us not goad For when they spoke of the end of the road 'twas regarding how much tax was owed By corporations who were 'oh so poor' Followed the downfall of the high street store Outsold by the Amazonian war All profits of which are of course offshore In our plight to save ourselves some notes We bargained ourselves into some serious shit. Totes. (And not the socks, I can assure thee I've run out of rhyming words, you see).