Poetry

( escape from planet gobshite )

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( escape from planet hogwash ) ( click to read )

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yeah words are free

or so they say

but in bookshops

we have to pay


with real money

to own those words

& so we steal

which seems absurd


yet then in court

when things turn grim

they'll throw the book

to rub it in


at misled us

or so to speak

so words aint free

& talk aint cheap


( wankers )

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a friend is strange

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a friend is strange by  32 lines of rhymes

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a friend is strange

as blue moonlight

or yellow door

all painted white


then tartan paint

a rusty key

hidden within

a wych elm tree


a tardy book

actual dog ears

or ball lightning

chinese new year


in mid-july

as herons strut

that phantom hand

a head with bumps


not bumpy head

some afternoons

or forks in roads

runcible spoons


those bus spotters

they shun the train

them pyramids

our reptile brain


most freak weather

or odd shaped rocks

the mystery

of missing flocks


no ewes or clues

so round the bend

go fuck knows us

that's why we're friends

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this is popular culture

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this is popular culture ( #30 sick sec read wiv loadsa lols innit )

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this is popular culture

wank pop on them radios

playing all the latest guff

on their must-have gramophones


hit parades - seventy eights

young uns on that interweb

celebrities in journals

circuses & well-stale bread


funny fashioned loosened trews

heavy petting on t.v

the hash stags & the shit chips

the robots & the zombies


this is popular culture

& it's all so fucking shite

but in dreams it sucks my cock

so i best be off

goodnight

( x )

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compliments to your condiments

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compliments to your condiments by best before janaury 1 a.d

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compliments

to your condiments

i'm astonished

this is quite the accomp-lishment


you have confidence

with your condiments

many mustards, mayonnaises, chutneys

competence


all the sauces - for the courses

from bog-standard

to the pinnacle

of opulence


yes compliments

to your condiments

but they need food dick'ead

what's f' lunch

( ? )

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chattering distant whispers

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chattering distant whispers by 40 seconds of your life taken forever

( if you read this )

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( i'm )

listening to chattering distant whispers

carried far

from overseas


on my left heel is an irksome blister

still i stand

it stops not me


( i'm )

listening to chattering distant whispers

tucked away

within the breeze


they talk of walls

& the thoughts of confucius

so presumably these whispers

were originally chinese

( ? )

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