wake-up poem


wake-up poem by some pisspot-poet or other

begin begin

the opening part

act one scene one

the dawn of start

the cock has crowed

then died on his arse

there is no script

it's shit not art

it's not a song

there aren't any words

the cock? piffle

there are no birds

just make it up

go on - have a splurge

mar blank a4

with bastard verse


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