death by nice

it's all quintessentially 

picturesque & quaint

warm brush strokes

the lord doth paint




thatched cottages for villages

lush meadows all around

a light breeze & birdsong

are oft the only sound




every reverend cycles

on the green - wicket keeping

cake sales & ginger ale

a chocolate labrador sleeping




inevitably green hills

generically idyllic

begging for mass murder

or failing that

a picnic

...







a hole in last thursday

there was a hole in last thursday

so bits of it leaked

into last friday

beyond last week

then into the future

yes the spillage did run

leaving traces in places

for decades to come

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