malarkey palaver or even walkin away
I got back there at last to that
perefect moment upon her beach
Lay lady from Cheltenham Ladies
gibberin' endlessly, and even out of his Blue Ensign reach
Never mind wastin' my very precious time
All 3671/2 hours of it
" so will you accuse metoo with your numerical avengeance?
seek recompense"
" nope yer all the same, i seek merely the meanin' of life
or at least the patterns sent down from above to tease"
.... and at last i got it
Scarlet...i mean fuck the whole of Ireland
makin as if some magic wand
will wipe out their lovely Magdelena laund...eries...
As in Radio 4 'tother day eulagisin
the finest ever of heroic wimmin
But when you hear the slightest pluck
of an actual Goddess, all the rest [censored, bad luck]
ON her glorious one
ignoring the seaweed dead from the shitpipe just along
And immediately just KNOW.... before even really herd
The only one worth callin a "bird"
As they fly so skillfully
autopilot, no need to workshop even if free
BUt what is the link?
Their dull samey metaphor
ohh yes if i die he LEFT OUT the "whore"
from almost the greatest ever song
" undoin'..." or the converse
copied from him
bloody hell shoe laces...how dreadfully drole
artless and hairless
(so don't they get cold?)
ask me there's only one real metaphoric
al victory
to get one fixed
all hairy again, naturally
(shaving's for girlies about seventeen
a Princely hand worth two if full bush
souvenir plucking or hotties on flush
the point being that every single word of every single moan is wrong
only an older one happy IN her skin
in ANY way is even take-a-second look-at-me ably
desirable or even worth
a look
the rest mere...
to be cont
but i wouldn't have anything to do with either who has time to waste on shoe laces
nor a cafe - my first sojourn for any a month
that tells me what to do on MY private table
quietly as always tapping away
at £3.30 a cup... of insipid witchy sheepmuck )
But all that just to predict.....
soon
Tomorrow late afternoon
