There was a young man from Nantucket, who was drinking beer from a bucket, his name was called, he gathered his balls, grabbed the mic and said “potato”. Punk Rock Poet takes aim at many things, not the least of which is the state of music today, managing coitus around TV shows, and the all important issue of what the hell you send back to a girl who has sent you a picture of her tits. Expect a poetry reading, expect a punk rock show, and expect a stand-up gig. Imagine a dirty old pub with carpet so sticky from spilt blood and beer that you just step out of your shoes at the end of the night and walk home in your socks and leave your shoes stuck to the floor.
Ash Burgess: Punk Rock Poet
