The new collection of poetry from the infamous Rev Timothy Edward Bowen is bringing you the most poetry for your buck and bang in the drain. You know what I mean. This book is hot. Hot to trot. Buy it and put it on your shelf. Let's just talk. Let's say this book came in a fancy and new and nice matte cover with a hysterically embarrassing picture of yours truly, had over 70 pages of unpublished poems, writings, and interviews, as well as reprintings of every other poetry book I ever published bundled into one, affordable and elegant, rampant with spelling errors and logical fallacies and poems that will offend and entertain all sorts of people from feminists, to Christians, to Elvis x Roy Orbison cling film fan fiction aficionados? Would you be HYPE? Would you SHARE AND LIKE STATUSES? Would you order a copy and use it as a stocking stuffer? As toilet paper? As psychological warfare? Leave bad reviews? Post nudes of me on 4chan? Call up The Jerry Springer Show and tell him I'm the baby's daddy? Please, oh please....just let me know