I'm just Mr. Negative

Man! I go to the trouble of droppin' a load of poop on glass, have it bronzed and shown in the Boston Museum of Art and you have the nerve to call it crap? No man, that's art.

"Ney, ney", as said by Jon Pinette, that is (well, rhymes with baseball mitt) and you know it.

I write about the stadium and poo-poo it. I write about media and poo-poo that. I poo-poo a lot, but if it smells like it, looks like it, degrades like it, decomposes like it, draws flies like it ... I'm really confindent that I'm close if not dead on when I call it crap.