And there's a great deal of poetry in this world, which
is not written by famous poets or even poets who
have any names at all.
Such as this poem, which was found by my pal Byron
Black on a toilet wall at the La Fiesta Cafe
in Santa Monica, California.
And this is it.
Exactly as he found it.
In my wretched Spanish.
Cuando me siento a cagar triste, me
pongo a pensar tan cara que esta la comida y donde
viene a quedar, which roughly translated
means "whenever I squat to take a shit,
I become sad when I remember how expensive food is
and where it eventually ends up."
[LAUGHTER]