Non-fiction rocks, or as they say in German, Nein Fuchen Fichen Rochen! I love reading something someone else figured out about the world, be it insects or sex or even both, stealing it, and acting like an intellectual snob at some dinner party with guests or even friends who end up looking like cretans (does cretans need a capital?) and go home depressed because they don’t have a goddamn clue of how to rebut my totally fictionalized brilliance. Shaky as I am, day in and day out, I will not be denied my ego! I will not be denied that right! My drunken inner Christopher Hitchens must not be denied. People must pay for my limited self-esteem and the inner pain that travels alongside it! Fiction offers very little for badgering and insulting others. Very disappointed by the poem. You need to read some non-fiction and move on.

Yours ein loven ein kissen,

Claus “Flugelhorn” Von Wippenschtantz,
West Strudel, Austria.

Flugelhorn was the nickname given to me because I like to go to parties and “blow my own flugelhorn.”

Oh how I love this. And all of your poems. I can’t believe I get one EVERY day. I’ll be making coffee or going on a walk or in in at the grocery store and *ping* I have one in my inbox. I never come here to tell you how much they take my breath away and how I am amazed at how many incredible poems come out of you.