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there’s a bird in a clock
in the bonce
of the masses
as the bright skies lark
& a dark light gasses
like a fart – from the arse
of a granny on the bitter
so the pooh follows through
& the winter is a shitter
says the ghoul in the box
as a fox
trots faster
s & m – yet again
wear a mask – yes master
see the prick’s pantomime
with a climb of a stumble
in a backwards forth
or the apple cart will crumble
so a magpie’s eyes
spy the weasels
in the armour
as the sun drowns down
& the jabberwocky’s scarper
but the stoats still float
over clover of the after
singing spinning hymns
of the cuckoos
& their caca
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