Bottles & Cans: A tribute to inanimate objects

This blog promises to be the poorest excuse for a blog that was ever blogged. It will be the stuff of mediocre wet dreams that feature women that are in some way distantly related to you. It will be a daily train wreck that no one can stop but all will enjoy, except of course the passengers of the daily train. I don't know what all this means, but it will take shape over time. Or not.

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Location: North Carolina, United States

I raise killer dogs and bees in a caring and nurturing environment. I like children and old people, but not their smells. I alternate between sitting, moving, and sleeping. My dreams are to be successful at something I love without having to work very hard, marry a wonderful woman, have children, grow old and watch them blossom into morons, retire, and somewhere along the way cultivate a deep interest in some insignificant hobby - let's say model trains.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Chad S. Brice

After long deliberation we have decided to name Chad S. Brice the Bottles and Cans’ poet laureate. His vast body of work captures the spirit and the heart of B&C. He is a treasure to us all. Here is his latest offering.

PILE O' SHIT
by Chad Brice

There it sits
that pile of shit
I see it not

I walk the dog
to drop a log
he hunts a spot

Through the grass
to relieve his ass
I've been had

A lump of poo
Under my shoe
in every slot

I wipe through lawn
but it's not gone
I'm feeling mad

I drag on bricks
and scrape with sticks
but still it's bad

now the shoe's outside my door
I cannot wear it any more
Stupid pile of shit

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