Who can name the poet who wrote this?

Question

"...take the spokes from your wheelchair
and a magpies wings
and tie em to your shoulders and your feet
i'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
and cut the braces off your legs
and we'll bury them tonight in the cornfield

put a church key in your pocket
we'll hop that freight train in the hall
and we'll slide down the drain all the way
to new orleans in the fall..."

As much as I would like to, I cannot take credit for this.

Answer 1

isnt it a song?
Kentucky ave. ?!?

here ya go:
Kentucky Avenue
(Tom Waits 1978)
Eddie Graces Buick got 4 bullet holes in the side
Charley Delisle sittin' at the top of an avacado tree
Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
I got a half pack of lucky strikes man so come along with me
Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
Then go ever to Bobby Goodmansons
And jump off the roof

Hilda plays strip poker
And her mamas across the street
Joey Navinsky says she put her tongue in his mouth
Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade
And some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback
There's a wind up from the south
So let me tie you up with kite string
I'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks
on and come along with me

Lets follow that fire truck
I think your house is burning down
Then go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle
Snakes with a trowel
We'll break all the windows in the ol' Anderson place
and steal a bunch of boysenberrys
And swear 'em on our face
I'll get a dollar from my mamas purse
Buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string

Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold
Flip him the bird
Slash the tires on the school bus
Now don't say a word
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm
And I'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore

I'll Take the spokes from your wheelchair
And a magpies wings
And I'll tie em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
Cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield

Just put a church key in your pocket
We'll hop that freight train in the hall
We'll slide all the way down the drain
To new orleans in the fall

Answer 2

Johnny Knoxville

Answer 3

Sounds like Bob Dylan's kind of work.

Answer 4

Don't know, but it's catchy.

Answer 5

me!no i dont write crap like that...you!