adverts are dark witchcraft which tinkers with our minds they make us all buy tinsel & thick coats in july then take out goat insurance when we don't own goats adverts are dark witchcraft the magic of promote ( ! ) ...
Poems
the village of keiths ( ! )
i live in a village where everyone's keith every man, woman & child is called keith keiths build-up like limescale but a secret i keep i'm the only non-keith so i lie ' hi, i'm keith ' ...
during the war
during the war when there was a war on all poems were rationed to 2 words or less including the title 'cause there was a war on so we all ate crumble those days were the best ...
an angry letter to someone ( or other )
when pandas shagged like rabbits when lions just ate fruit when leopard spots still changed alot when penguins wore actual suits before all the squirrels & monkeys went nuts when the slugs sped about in a rush well none of this bollocks would be tolerated then & so huff all of us huff ( x ) ...
get into politics
you should get into politics that's what folk say which never means you should do it just means go away even i know that one no need to huff or scoff you should get into politics i.e fuck off ...
( ? ) where to go ( ? )
well south of here is far too hot your shoes will melt your clogs will burn sand demons - plenty disease - lots a squinting hell you'll soon return but north of here is far too cold there's yetis frostbite - soon takes hold so just stay here the perfect spot aye so say i & goldilocks ...
diary inquiry
dearest latest diary just an inquiry have you been reading you ( ? ) as if so well - you've no right to in particular the footnotes i'll burn you like the others if it's true ( x ) ...
jumbled wonderland
in this jumbled wonderland where some sky is on the ground as grazing all around are these four-legged clouds which folk call sheep not the catchiest of names but they call themselves baa i suppose it's all the same ( ? ) ...
july’s alive
tutankhamun ( a while ago ) the little matchstick john the baptist dodi fayed dodo are all quite dead yet stuff still thrives it's wobbly in places but july's alive ...
secret temporal twins
siegfried & vidal sassoon were separated at birth one did shampoo one wrote of war's horrors then hunted foxes ( ? ) via time travel & a mire of paradoxes ( ssshh ) ...
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