So while I think the Bill Murray poetry contest may be a scam, I am still damn proud of my entry.
Tonight Only: Ghostbusters on Both Screens
I saw a man sitting on the concrete stoop
In front of the DSS office on Washington street
In a white jumpsuit like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man
Starring at a pile of scratch tickets with his
Bill Murray eye. You know the kind.
With all the pain of an American Pierrot
Not knowing in the play he is the buffoon.
I love this poem.