The Poetry of Max Burbank: Part 8

[Colonel Flagg]

Max, you rat bastard!

The only thing missing from this work of epic proportions is a soundtrack, preferably bongos and finger cymbals.

You use "words" to construct "sentences" that have not even been imagined by the craziest of manifesto writers - I wonder if there's a padded cell with your name on it somewhere.

Your "Appalachian Haiku" is not strictly a haiku (but it's still damned funny). And I'm sure you knew this already.

Anxiously awaiting "Part 9".