My highest respects

Roxy Reno.
His life is one dirty, elegant poem.
He's a minimalist and an alcoholic.
There was this church group on the streets outside some bar one night, handing out flyers, telling people they were going to hell, generally being hateful.
He gets up on a trash can near them and starts reading sex poems very loudly, and draws a crowd of like thirty people.
The cops came and wanted to arrest him but the crowd he amassed defended him and got him out of trouble.
That is a fucking poet.