The Atrocity of J.G. Ballard

I was trying to post a new poem I wrote about J.G. Ballard on here but it won't let me publish it in the way I want to. So screw it. I was reading how J.G. Ballard writes everything on a typewriter still and inspired me to write a poem about him. Anyway...I'm tired and I have class in the morning...and now I'm all pissed.
Make sure you read the labels when you're buying new underwear...because sometimes you get something you weren't expecting. Just be careful.

I saw a pigeon...and I swear it was the reincarnation of this homeless guy I used to see all the time...it kept going around picking at cigarette butts.