So...
The new era beginnites
now i have her best ever word, them Gibberites...
As i tried to explain to the Sheffield lass lasternight.... "You Northerners had a better Bob...
our teenage god.. ugly and not so svelte
His Millionaires and Teddybears every word
perfect poetry
whist Serbia was still writing the next homo erotic marchin' hit
and bashin the gyppos about a bit
the only shamaniac ever extant
knew even then exactly when, the future would come
and all sit and be drunk and daytime drugged
on Gwerk HAteside creek
even hissin' at me..
blessem every spittle spatter
a confirmatory elixir for free
piled upon my platter
of Proustian chronicles Orwell alone could see
the real..truth
of as those finest Portuguese centuries ago penned
"for the English, to see.."
their kids a playin' all about
with the roaches, no doubt
til they get old 'nuff, to know where dad's stash of the harder stuff can be found
or mums
treasure trunk of Instagram funk
pilin' up, ingots of yet more falsity
at least Kev made true art out of all their insanity"
super superest " tell me your stories of simple life"
soon
cos i bet at least one want the thought police out on manoeuvres my way...
well, now...i am protected.
By a real beefy one.
