baby squirrel

i'd love to rescue

a baby squirrel

that's tumbled

from its drey

i'd take it home

to my sanctuary

introduce it to the hedgehogs

tell it things'll be


yes i'd feed it - protect it

we'd form a bond - a common will

then i'd indoctrinate - control it

then tell it to kill


24 owls

yes some are blatantly

secretly flemish

whilst others hobble-plod

like that 3-legged dog

which you pass some mornings

or occasional evenings

some supplicate cress

some cling to the ceiling

the darker ones

they're hell folk

they're born with 13 elbows

further some last a second

some stay for the week

then some have swollen glands

& others wandering hands

- yes every day's unique


blubbering on

do not stand at my grave & weep

as i faked my own death

 i aint 6 six feet deep

there's a sack of maris pipers

in the coffin down there

whilst i live the high life

new i.d - elsewhere

so when you awaken in the morning shite

for me it might be evening, early afternoon or night

aye - so do not blubber at my graveside & that

instead fuck yourself rigid

you stupid fucking twat