Heard of mad genius? Well Christian Champagne is an angry genius. His poems are one half surgical saw and one half wooden mallet. Don't you dare claim that his yatification of the English language makes these poems hard to read. First off, he wrote a dictionary for you so maybe quit being a lazy sack and learn you something. Second, you can enjoy these poems whether you're reading them on the page, out loud, or are fortunate enough to hear Chris read them.
The damn man is a hero. Buy, read, review, pollinate this book. And no, I don't have my copy on me. When I do, believe the review will be more voluminous. Not that y'all should need that.