put y’ foot down

a brownfield site

among the shite

on a wank

december's night





a sewage farm

the bowels of hell

a plague pit piled

vile sights - foul smells





a crash-smash

drenched in weeping rain

among the bits

of plane meets train





or a y'oldey war

- those cannon balls

nah, that's no place

for a picnic at all

...








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