It got me laughing really.
I remember when I was younger and I brought home a copy of San marcelino and proudly showed JB’s poem to one of my older guy friends in our neighborhood.I beamingly told him, “hey, read this poem, it was written by my idol at school!” And read he did. After finishing the poem, he gently laid down the folio at the makeshift bench and told me, hands clasped eyes staring ahead, as gently as he could, he said: Basura lang ng utak niya yan. And I was like, Huwaaaat??? Then I realized, this JB got me fooled.But at least now I know when to classify his work as a masterpiece or just, you know, his residue. (teehee)
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