Frankly

Frankly his whole brain's bizarre What it brings to light should stay in the dark I wouldn't recommend wading in unless you're a decorated psychiatrist or he'll make you wonder if sanity itself can possibly survive this You'll come out of the collection cackling and pitching a crying fit You'll blunder around abstractly bowlegged Your abstract orifices ripped from letting his worrisome word have its way with you Granting him free rein to have his f u c k e d up fun You won't believe in agency for artists beyond PG-13 by the time his violence against wholesomeness is done Every subject matter mutates Every tender turn of phrase seems to bring an equal and opposite degenerate shriek He parades about and whips his monsters He airs out their festering like that's worthy of a witnessing too as much as the next guy's sweet heart swelling swoons dripping with all the depth of derivative low hanging fruit