[Joe Crocker]

Joe Crocker (He/She/It)

He writes his stuff and posts it under doors.
His age and sex, his fantasies, are no concern of yours.

His rhymes reflect his humour -- down to earth.
A pamphlet is “forthcoming” but refuses to come fearth.

Winner of the awkward prize, ham-fisted.
Seldom short- or long- but sometimes shopping- or black-listed.

Nominated (driver) for the pushcart.
Buried in your slushpile, self-regarding little upstart.