Mr Roy G Guzmán describes himself as “a marginalised writer,” and an “artist and influencer,” thereby signalling both his suffering and his modesty to lower beings. He’s also, it seems, a tad sensitive.
Mr Roy G Guzmán describes himself as “a marginalised writer,” and an “artist and influencer,” thereby signalling both his suffering and his modesty to lower beings. He’s also, it seems, a tad sensitive.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
His poem’s not read
It stinks like a shoe
I suspect Mr. Guzman has never actually ‘been’ with a white woman … hence his frustrated verse.
I’ve read naughty limericks that made more sense than his drivel.
Call my a cynic. Somehow I doubt that four college degrees can’t teach this guy how to write bearable poetry, neither will the fifth.
Never underestimate the benefits of higher education…..
Pain in the arts.
A “marginalized” “influencer” eh? Hmm. “Marginalized means nobody listens to or reads his work. Perhaps the second word was mis-spelled – effluencer?
The comment on that website about his verse being like Vogon poetry made me double over with laughter.
He should come to Canada. I’m sure he’ll get a government grant for his random scribblings. Such creativity must never be stifled, right?
.gov grant? Nevah!
Ahem! You made me look…now…
” I shall rend thee in the jobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,, see if I don’t!”
https://youtu.be/ysb-TwA7JCQ
Ha!
What do you expect from a race whose military leaders are known to wear bejeweled battle shorts? (You need to be very familiar with the series to get that reference.)
Oh, and “Resistance is useless!”
Listen to the original radio version of the series. It’s a combination of Monty Python and Star Wars.
I didn’t like the TV adaptation or the commercial recording. I tried watching the movie that was made of it a number of years ago and I quickly switched it off.
And to think that I’ve been wasting my time reading Shakespeare, T. S. Eliot, and Dylan Thomas.
I tried telling myself things like that when I was an an aspiring literary genius, but I kept destroying the mood with cynical laughter so I had to get pretty drunk to really feel it. In other words, it wasn’t a complete waste of time. 🙂
And with emoji’s so prevalent, why waste words?
Can we merely agree that no poetry worth reading has been written since the Second World War and move on?
Just what the world needs: another *&^%$#g drip.
Wow, degrees from four universities.
I don’t like to brag, but by the time I got to first grade I could eat a bowl of Alpha-Bits and crap a better poem.
“now the second most famous Guzman I’d wager”
That was what I was thinking.
Br-ex was a time when bad things happened to bad people; today not so much.