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A hand-picked collection of my contemporary poetry from 2007. |
| I’m an enemy on the warpath When you’re togged out in these knitted whatnots, Oddbods, Hats n’ sweaters. That’s the stuff. Oh, sure. Shoot me down! Lament, Lament, Bloody lament. BE GRATEFUL. It’s not my fault you dumbfucks can’t Tell the weather from inside your wendy-houses AYE. I’M AN ENEMY. But when December rolls around so does the mist across thy eyes No less No matter One day I’ll have me cake! I’ll flick the switch and your Kids’ Kids’ Kids’ Kids’ Kids Can go to hell. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. the cold stench of moonlit death. |