I only found out about Dallas Clayton today. He is a Wes Anderson film in poetry form. Needless to say, I'm already in love.
He is here but I copied one across cos I'm a computer wiz.
WHY THE BUS DRIVER IS LATE
He rises every morning at seven
displeased with the color of his walls,
thinking to himself
“I could have done that.
I could have written a movie about vampires.”