we.. the A team, know why, its all because
well, there are now in the 'can'
About a dozen of them
Merely archetypes
photocopied, uninvented,
malcontented ...
so simply magnificats
(i loved her "herding cats" thats widdow NAz
she's no bimbo spaz)
The ... well put it this way Houerllebecq no, NOT a "Miss Oh Jenny
he's so nasty about our new age sisterhood
must hate us ALL
write a memo to Herald Tribune and Rushbridgers rag
he must be smirched
[ besmirched a true legal term in libel slander
whats good for the goose
no we cant let anyone have a gander,
at UStoo so upon his dick tighten the noose]
and critique ... especially how he kills off his own mother,
yes we know avaricious money grabbin' old bag
but we can't have even the bleakest truth..
Interferin' with pour never endin' PR job
And as for him, ohh we tried....to depirch ST Bob
But actually good poetry,
saves you from the harridan 'community'
anyway ehere was i Sunday is NO MACHINES day
Ehh if going back ten years
even if twenty really
The true real tales were woven into a reboot
or part two of Michelles true genious Atomised
Real figures real tales
Real stories every word kept true
to type, and digitally backed up
Thrice
Fuckin ell he would get posthumous Nobel
(meanin' theuy killed his SPIRIT and sent him off to the drugs)
and
Rushbridgers rag chucked out
likely indigestible to even nest material desperate, mice
Ok so if Richard Tyce
thinks he can destroy the Tory Party his once home
(the concensus is The Green party should suffer the same fate too
But really it was always about one bloodstained
Manchester born,
inconsistent twin
that thinks it's too good for even the recyclin' bin)
and as The Guardian turned on the one last great white hope
(when Zoe the thengreat journo had interviewed him
for them...kindof... " he said i rate EU seven out of ten.. ")
I hope the BREXIT squeeze
And whole damn project
goes so projectile
in a last gasp manner
That someones clever enough to back me to have
the cross made of recycled Rushbridgeate,
rags on the last supper plate
hoisted upon Calvary,
So their Nige can touchpaper
both at once...
JC the second cummin
sacrificed upon the cross that 'suicidality' backstabbed himtoo
as they had no idea what loyal, means,
nor, were're on the same side,
of the borderline that separates,
us from you...
The modern, internationalist
with obvious checks and balance
Two sides only,
but why....
soon
Meanwhile back on the farm. At last the main "herder of cats" knows there was never any point. each and every one..
I had simply NO idea how one dimensionally all the same they are despite the rainbow colours of ever single 'individuation' of cowboy hatted 'manifestation' - i have a collection to show, soon...
How every single one is the SAME!
They tome, a simple oldschool student of good art, good books
good philosophy
(never mind psychology)
Know what neurosis fear and pestilent lack of self esteem
Is, always was always will be:
projected in a endless array of " me i am different!"
my style, hats, look, and swagger...
Their endless designer disguises
And anyone who challenges me for DOing nothimng ever!
off to the Assizes...
Unless....one has the RIGHT '''allies'
If only she knew...
Just how slightly wonderful some of the PUKKAS aretoo...
If i ever do get the time back every single one stole
Five years now
I'm not moanin'
(as sisterate MAYBE knows...
"every single one! ..material.... Empresses, new clothes.."
which of course is a figure of speech for every single one
addicted to staying in at home working on their
chakra, yoga, her 'energetic' light
dont go at and be REAL .. my poor little soul will get a fright
lost to the greatest ever religious cult,of they have some truth
when even a seagull knows never mind a spotty youth
its all just a game for attention, food and territ'ry..
but thats just between you and me.... as the slightest notion
they may be 'material' in respect of what polluted 'THEIR' ocean"
hahh hahh .. enough to depopulate the whole damn county via
mass formation insanity
thats already here many a year
and now i kmnow what happened my old gaff too
no hope...unless on believes in culture
to get swiningin' the pendulum..
and choppin their heads off to cork the sewerage commin out their bum
metaphorical figure of speech...
no other way i know of one day savbin' our paradise beach)
hmm im getting quite good at this awake every day always " i hate even being alive no point not one even has the smallest glimmer of real warmth within their distracted souls only ever carin of their little bourgeois comforts and what foodie nonsense goes in their gob... and certainly no point writing anything, and i am the olympic medal worst poet in the world... even if i rhymed labia with Serbia thats worth an assylum application waver surely . and i have NO battery spare to even think for one millisecond..i swear on my daughters life.. i just open and type meaning to write one ' look i am sane and need to summarise matters in one paragraph' and fifty non stop not even to think lines later
here we are
see you later"..
