Found poetry

Who says poetry is dead among the spraypainting classes?

There is a subtle playfulness in this art, an undercurrent of desperation, the anger of a young man (for surely the artist is male) disenfranchized by the culture to which he is contributing to the extent that shock is the last weapon left to him. Of course the furniture and food metaphors defy analysis, and the humour is blunt but effective. Someone give this boy a grant!