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as it's not pancake day nah - not today no shrovetide / nosedive no lent on its way i'll dawdle the edgelands i'll survey their span with a compass & ruler but i'll need not my pan ...
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the brain's elastic bandy but bananas come in handy when the day's seem strange coz the sun's been on the shandy & the sky is always high despite the hills that we climb & the clouds? well they're just cloudy which doesn't clear the mind so i peeled a bent banana but i peeled it the straight way which can only always look a little slightly gay next i gobbled from the tip like with all my mortal might & then shat went yellow goodnight vienna, goodnight ( x ) ...
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i thought of you as doves plan coos as potters spin & mould the truth sleeping policemen sweetly dream & interior designers scheme scheme scheme i thought of you as novelists plot they're better when feared than loved them lot briefly & then i switched on the telly niccolò di bernado dei machiavelli ...
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in conscious spheres pus globules of dream reality is not what she seems it seeps - it weeps no curative cream yet sleep is fugitive know what i mean ( ? ) ...
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this planet's run by banker wankers, puppet leaders, rothschilds, turnip farmers, reptiles, the w.i & the caravan club, the illuminati, monster raving loony party, popular culture / programming, too nice & happy people plus very evil weasels trust me i spend loadsa time online existence is their edifice & that's where our power is take it back ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ i gently wiped your blossom i dusted your lambs i vacuum cleaned your easter 'til it was spick & span this shall remain a secret between me & you the other seasons need not know hey presto - good as new ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ save the bee - save the bee or they'll be lost forever & they're the only insect left named after a letter all the effs are long dead r.i.p the pees we're 25 down now so god save the bee ...
( please click on this poem to read it as it should be i type in preformatted on here which used to come down as one albeit to the left but now, whatever stream your on it just shows the first bit bunched in another typeface come on wordpress you fuckin' shitehawks why the chuffin' shat-munt change or is it me? ) ~ our world of rhyme where lines they chime from morn's dawn yawn to rhyme's bedtime yet then we sleep then dream of sheep joyriding jeeps watch out - beep beep day & night long it's one big song or chanson i blame trad & anon so tra la la la la la lee fiddley diddley diddley dee ( nice 1 ) ...
mona awoke from her coma ten years after wearing the wrong type of hat martin spoke to a martian as denise ate quiche & samuel smelled a rat hywel howled at wildfowl & amy spontaneously burst into flames yes every wednesday's different overlaps? plenty but never quite the same ...
i'm grubby not dirty i'm messy but clean there's mud on my trousers coz that's my scene it comes from them hills like then dries to a crust you can call it earthy or rustic if you must or dalefolk chic, yeh or ooh bumpkin cool with well worn trainers & a much loved cagoule why give a bat's shat? it does the job that glamour's for spanners & flash is for twats ...
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