Why I like words...

 

Don’t get me wrong. I like pictures. A single picture can tell an enthralling tale. But not, in my opinion, as well as words.

Words

Breathe.

They belong: at my gaff, round my way where I’m from;

Look you dead in the eye to tell you your wrong.

And wait. Patiently. For the right. Moment…

To fart.

And words meet words to twist ‘n jerk

#betterpotluckthanhumblepie 

Words - work.

Words

HEAVE.

In my book, words work ruddy hard indeed.

 

(It's just an art director I need...)