Graze Monotony (2007)

The Pilot

If The Pilot’s there, I hope he’s happy, I truly, truly
Hope he’s fucking happy.  What a bastard I’ve been
If he wasn’t a streak of piss dreamt up through beer, boredom and greed.
Bet he’s never shaved, or weshed
Smells like cats and wet farts and oatmeal left in the sun
Like KFC
A right fat fuck, too
String vests and cabbages.  Aye.  An allotment, and a greeting
‘NOW THEN, SON.’ To all and to all the same creed.
If that’s what he’s like, I repent, if he’s less ultimate
Than a turd floating down the Severn.
I’d laugh, you’d all cry, and it’ll be shepherd’s pie with the rotund bastard
On a night.
Mint.