all the boys with their homemade microphones

I wrote a haiku for Weston about driving his VW Combi, Ethyl, up to DC a couple of weeks from now. The haiku was pretty poor. Here was his response:

Your haiku leave much to desire
Please don’t answer to ‘Poets for Hire’
    But as to your plan
    For driving the van
And the fucked in a bucket of shit

No one can say my friends aren't funny.