This is Ed's doing

Okay, so this one?

This one is totally Ed's fault. You all know Ed, yes? Owner/operator of Ed's Olde Tyme Array Of Frabtabulous Amazery?

Well, he claims that I can in fact post my oddly-formatted stuff here, and explained how.

So now you get something that is, in fact, pretty old. But I like it the most out of all the poems I've written, because it's done the best job of capturing what I wanted to portray.

That previous sentence may have been the most pretentious thing ever to come out of my mouth.

Crowded Sidewalk
If you could watch him walk,
    Just
  him
   mind
  you,
He'd look like a dancer,


Ducking and w
  e
 a
v
 i
  n
 g,
Now Here
     Now There
  Hopp-   
 Now   -ing over       to get
  dog crap


Here.