Casey (1965 - )

A registered misanthrope, Mr. Casey told Oprah,''I loathe society and all the crawfish that boil within its rancid brine.'' Still, he tries to keep a smile up and, following the advice of friends, family, and this old dwarf he met in the bathroom of a bar in Huntington Station, uses music as therapy.
Poems
- Beer Is My Saviour
- I Am Only the Drummer
- I Gotta Tell Ya Somethin
- The Night I Carried Kristofferson's Bag
- Scat!
- Dear Johnny
- Today's the Day
- Other Night I Was Giggin'
- Dear Johnny, Part Two
- Blip
- My Oyster
- Rambling, Rambling, Rambling
- Dear Johnny, Part Three
- Rollin' Coins and Drinkin' Wine
- Dear Johnny, Just Checkin' In...
- Dear Johnny, Part Four
- Dear Johnny, Part 5

