a poem from Toronto

The spinto band doesn't get many poems written about them, and when we do, we like to put them up on our journal. Here is one from a friend of ours in Toronto:

Dearest The Spinto Band,

When The Spinto Band smiles,
troubles are few
the world takes on a rosette hue.
When The Spinto Band frowns,
birds cease to sing,
it’s like having a sloppy seconds fling.

whoah... gotta catch my breath after that one. Walt Whitman just myspace messaged Alex from the grave asking her if he could take her to the prom. oya vey.