Buck Stone = World's Best Poet. Deal with it.

Buck Stone The Poet:

I'm a poetic guy by nature. When people read my shit, they say:

"Dammit! He's a far superior writer and much deeper thinker than I am! I should have never doubted him. I will now proceed to commit suicide. Let the world know that Buck Stone is the greatest writer ever to have lived."

My response is: "I told ya so!"

If you don't believe it, take a gander at some of my perfect high school poetry. At an early age everybody knew I was destined for greatness:

The Winds - By Buck Stone

The thistles whistle in the wind blown tundra 

of the pubic hair of the queen. 

Is she a villain or is she a saint? 

We shall never know.

Or shall we?

I wrote that back in 1915. You know what I named the Queen? Hillary Clinton. For all of you that don't think I have foresight... I have one word for you: Checkmate.

Here's another doozy for you:

Ordering a Taco - By Buck Stone

 

Are their lines – nay tubes growing from the sides of my nose?

The train spurs onward towards a destiny of failed hope, of resigned defeat. 

"Become the hero!" they say. 

"I refuse to follow any predestined path"

I shout as I am shuttled down the railways of fate.

"Giveth me the goddamn guacamole and be done with it!"

Step aside Billy Shakespeare!