Poetry

Indigo has something to say.

Fuck T.S. Eliot and the white flannel trousers he rode in on.

I will wear a black cowboy hat, and walk upon the beach.

I would dare to eat the fucking peach.

But I'd offer it to you first.

If you don't know what he's talking about, then read my favourite poem. (Not to be confused with my other favourite poem.)