by B.J. Best
We know you’ve been searching high and low (and occasionally
even in-between) for a way – the best way – to appropriately
communicate the welling up of feelings you have inside for that certain
someone … that lover, that live-in companion, that unsuspecting
friend for whom your “likes” have turned suddenly into
“like-likes.” Well, doggonit, isn’t it time you
finally let them know! Have we got the thing for you.
Give them … CRAP!
Yes, Crap, the always effervescing compendium to life. Crap
by B.J. Best.
Crap is a poem in ten parts, each of which will leave you
more breathless than the last … stunned by the sheer vastness
of its crapness and downright flabbergasted by the brazenness of its
total Crapitude. You really care to know what crap is? All bullshit
aside, folks … Crap is one damn good work of written
Don’t wait any longer. Don’t twiddle your thumbs and wonder
whether this Crap is worth the MERE $5.00 we’re asking
for it. Get out your checkbooks and do yourself a favor right now:
write one out to Centennial Press … and on that line that says
“Memo,” proudly scribe for the world to see (and also
so you can properly log the MERE $5.00 in your balance book) that
you are writing this check out for Crap and crap alone. And
when someone else sees you or your loved one reading this book, and
they ask, “Hey, where did you get that crap?” You make
sure and tell them you ordered your copy of Crap from Centennial
Press, the only press in town with balls enough to claim:
“You won’t find crap like this anywhere else!”
Four different cover variations available, chosen
at random by Florentine midgets without pants.
4 1/8"x 5 1/2"–
limited, signed and lettered