( go for it … )

~

( go for it … ) a little piss-take of a poet i had a run-in with a while ago

they’re about as intense as a w.i cake sale really

( but don’t tell them that )

 

( anyway, here’s the poem )




fuck this inane shit

let's be intense

we'll rattle cages

we'll leap off the fence


with bloodied word blades

hellfire in our mouths

shudder world shudder

we'll sort 'em all out


( so )


don't write of sunshine

& things that please us

'stead write of angels

skull-fucking jesus


malignant shadows

our darkness is dense

it surrounds all - yeah

this shit is intense

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