Pinto Award in Literature - Thought Industry

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