Head Full of Egg

Today I came across something rather spectacular. It's a book,  a collection of poetry by some kid named Bo Burnham (I'm sure if you know him you'll forever hate me for referring to him as 'some kid' but please bare with me) who is kind of this incredible god-like poet (told you it would get better!). The book is called Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone.

Now I have to admit I am quite a fan of poetry (and by poetry I mean I love me some tumblr browsing) and I have read my fair share of poems that all seem to revolve around sex and death and all that lovely/terrible stuff. But when I read a poem from Egghead, I knew I'd found something different entirely. 

And I love it, I love it I love I love it. It's all kinds of wonderful. I may even buy it.

Seriously though, worth a read this Egghead. Yeah, I dig it.

-Kate