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.
