Pinto Award in Literature

Fake your death, plant a bomb
A note with a dental record
Move away, Dublin’s calling
Reserve a Euro ticket today
This life is boring me
I knew it ever since thirteen
Fake your death
Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan
Jump a train, watch your Pinto
On the pier burst into flames
I’ll fake my death
Man, he’s so punk, writes his own zine
Does basement shows, plays in three bands
And he still finds time to love his mom’s wallet
Coffee House Leech