Had an urge – spontaneous, yes I am – to do a little poetry. So here I am, with a short poetry post for today. Kudos to my buddy, because he thought of this (no, not me. I ain’t that talented. You’ve been lied to all along.).
Roses are red, your bra is pink
I love your legs,
And what’s in between
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people.
He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You.
He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.