Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Tobacco Poetry

We have begun a new writing project. This one is aimed at correcting a massive wrong in the world: a significant lack of fantastic tobacco poetry exists. This is then something we hope to fix. For the rest of the year, us four guys will write a poem a month, then post them. We realize the difficulties of this project, we also realize the possibilities. However, in order to save the world from tobacco poetry that says, essentially, "Golly gee, I sure like me that tobaccee," we must embark on this journey. So, in the footsteps of Rudyard Kipling, who won a Nobel for writing the only great tobacco poem ever, I proudly present our roughest offerings to the gods of poetry and tobacco, who really are good friends. They go drinking together all the time. Death and Binky come along most times too. Death is always down for a party.

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