Jack Fritwell has been writing rubbish poetry all his life. And right here is the only place you’ll find it, as he remains to this day completely unpublished. Traditional publishers wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole and self-publishing is out of the question because, in Jack’s view, every self-published book of poetry is a waste of an ISBN.
So here it is, Jack’s rubbish poetry and other rubbish, although there’s certainly no reason anyone would want to read it – even if it is free.
What they said…
“Buy my poetry book”
Self-published poet
“I’ll buy your book if you buy mine”
Another self-published poet
“I wish you’d throw your rubbish in the bin instead of making me buy it”
Self-published poet’s friend
Jack Fritwell's Wheelie Bin 