home isn't where the heart is that's actually the chest no home is where we sleep or at the very least rest home is for our laundry days & each morning a shit but if it's not ready just write a shite poem same thing really ( that's it ) x ...
home isn't where the heart is that's actually the chest no home is where we sleep or at the very least rest home is for our laundry days & each morning a shit but if it's not ready just write a shite poem same thing really ( that's it ) x ...
my dream is to one day become a lesbian so i can get away with dungarees as it is when i wear them i look like a lost farmhand 'cause i don't speak a single word of greek ... ( author nodes; please don't be offended by this poem it's just silly shit )
i love silence silence is golden & i love mange tout but i couldn't eat a whole one ...
sale now on so all items are reduced yes there are bargains aplenty if you're price-cognoscenti sale now on no receipts or guarantees no refunds & strictly cash everything must go - but no questions asked ...
somewhere soonish in our imminent future when everyone's name is dave in a way there will be no daveisions as in a way we'll all be the same yet the rich will still be sickeningly rich & the poor still far too poor plus the question 'who's the greatest dave?' will inevitably start another bloody dave-war ...
mid-morning turned a shade of vague from fluorescent directions to the ways of beige then magnolia the modern grey & beyond this there's not much that anyone can say ...
deep in yon forest dwells the marzipan man formed from sweet nutty witchcraft stay away if you can he has a marzipan body marzipan face & hair 'cause he's the marzipan man beware - beware - beware ...
underground - overground wombling free the wombles of wimbledon hybrids they be part badger - part binman one third something evil an escaped experiment they exclusively eat people ...
you're an inverse urban mithras in a retail park car park at night bringing the darkness back into light ~ ( resurrecting a bull ) ...
note to shelf aye i put you up myself with the skill of a donkey & that's why you're wonky note to shelf please don't be insulted as angles breathe life but you should have been consulted ( i'm sorry ) ...