Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on messages selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.
The Lovelorn Poet from Boston, MA wrote:
“I was sucking on a succulent cherry blue and white snow cone when I saw your boogers crossing the street carried by a team of 338 carpenter ants. Moments before, I heard a woman scream as you plugged up one of your nostrils and violently shot your clogged nose remnants onto the sidewalk.”
All that public snot rocketing action fits perfectly with the old-school “hahd-core” attitude of The Freeze on the legendary This is Boston Not LA album (nod of the head to Music Guru Guy Benoit for exhuming that little gem as the musical soundtrack for this message). Although, in all truthfulness, my dear Boston poet, this is Cambridge Not Boston. If you don’t want to be snotted on by some LSD tripping Harvard student you best remember that.
Gentle Readers: In reviewing messages such as the one penned by our highly creative Boston poet, it’s not unusual to wonder, “What the heck is going on here??!!”
