So as you know I'm still trying to get back into the groove of things here in the PORTEmaus offices. Pondering ideas, reviewing previous missteps, and brushing up on my wastebasket crumbled paperball hook shot. One of the things I've been brainstorming is how to channel my mental energy into productive posts for our followers.
It's definitely a challenge because I'm constantly coming up with ideas and things that anger me. Unfortunately, most of the ideas don't materialize into post worthy material. Which is why I think so many people who think they are funny post on twitter. I'm too complex for twitter. My ideas generally fall into that category of more than 140 characters but not more than a paragraph.
So where does that leave me? I'll tell you where that leaves me.....Poetry. A harness for the creativity. But a comfortable harness. A spandex like harness. A method to create magic out of the cluster fuck that are my ideas.
With that I submit to you the first installment of "Gonzi's Rhymically Intuitive Touting'S" or GRITS.
I call this one: "Fat F*cks Run On"....it's a haiku.
Fat Fucks in Pickups
Go Nuts for Dunkin' Donuts
Juicy Zombie Food
More to come......