The poem I just posted isn't art. It's a cereal prize. So I can explain it. I was watching "90210" on a big ass television. Don't ask why. I was amused to see Brandon and Dylan hanging out in a sweat lodge. They thanked Grandfather for anything and everything. The next morning they discussed their deep revelations while eating cereal out of little boxes. That's a Chupacabra Disco poem right there.