Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, this here poem is called "Elevator Capacity".
Jonathan Franzen, Michael Chabon and Moe.
That's great.
You know, artfully arranged, these fragments could be an epic poem...
#i wanna go home #oh boy #screaming #ooh yeah
It's supposed to be my big triumph,
I gotta go to Vermont for some stupid poetry thing.
Ooh, Moe's a poet!
"He rapped all day from April to May
♪ And many more. ♪
Do not mention that publication in this house!
Homer, we can't scuttle like crabs for the rest of our lives.
Um... nope.
More friend than I deserved You pulled me from the dirt
2 × 2 × 2 × 2 × 5 × 7 × 7 × 7 × 11 × 19 × 23 × 31 = 6317
It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer.
You could interview me. I collect Absolut ads.
Oh, it's just his car.
Uh, well actually, I had some help on the title...
And made me the beautiful flower that I am.
What is this?
Lisa, grab your sightseeing shoes. We're going Vermonting.
Make my daughter cry, will ya. Eat syrup, jerk.
One time I looked down and there really was.
Homer, don't drink and drive!
Well, in turn, I'd have to say my biggest influence is...
♪ Let's get it started in here, ♪ ♪ let's get it started... ♪
Did you know that candles are made by losers?
Yeah? Well, okay, all right, but uh... only if you come, huh?