f*cki*g *oems, *astar* th*ngs …

they hide behind bushes

then flash us unawares

then leg it off in the nud

somewhere over there




they sneak into our gardens

in the perverse depths of night

then in the middle of the lawn

they shit a massive shite




they babble next to us on buses

when loadsa double seats are free

clothed but recognizable

please stop bothering me




& so i shout through the morrow mist

as birds begin to sing

'SHAKESPEARE WAS A FRAUDULENT WANKER

- FUCKING POEMS,

BASTARD THINGS'

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