Ernest Hemingway. Brilliant writer, professional alcoholic, tortured soul, and total badass. He was wounded in World War I, won a Nobel Prize for Literature, and once shot himself in the legs while gaffing a shark. Yes please.
Scratching nails on the wooden trunks,
They seem to speak, like Elder Drunk,
Noise, noise, Skitter Scatter,
All’s about when food’s a-platter,
Flying seconds, tiny thieves
Leave your house forget the keys
Climb a wall, drop down quick
Every fourth leaf, he will pick
Drown a lamb, Suffer later
All’s not true, except in paper.
2/9/13 7:03 before dinner