Po­et, sell­ing books: All of these books are signed, and when I go on Oprah, you can sell them on eBay!
Pas­sen­ger: Let’s hear a po­em then!
Po­et: You wan­na hear a po­em? “Neigh­bor’s dog leav­ing fe­ces on the side­walk. Squish! Damn. Luck stinks.“
Old man, mum­bling: Who wants to read that kind of bull­shit?

–6 Train