My name is Alexo Chang, hello.
I started writing this trainmess about two autumns ago whilst penning an essay on How to Kill A Mockingbird on the side. Well, really this one was the one on the side. Or at least it should have been. Having gotten a bad mark on the aforementioned essay I started writing more of this one out of spite for Mr. Love, my sophomore English teacher. And since the last collection of shitty poetry of mine that I'd published here approximately three years ago had gotten quite a lot of feedback, you may know of it as Title, here I am again posting with no shame another assemblage on unfortunate poetry I call Toast.
Do be cautioned that much like Title, Toast will be terrible and highly icky, if not more.
Here is Toast. Dig in.
All the best,
The Author (really would rather not identify myself as The Poet.)
Cover art is all thanks to Lean Timms. Find her at leantimms.com.
