Even her...
(errata "cheese and rice..")
EYUUUUUUREEEEEKAHHHHHHHHH
at lasteration
reportin in from the most sexless place in this born again virgin'
ation....
even the official regional " Queen" of "sedition" got blocky yestermorn when i eulogised her with poetry
"youre all potty
only a woman over fifty three
letten go and fully sexy....
can even label errself valentine, desirable...!)
never mind " all that matters is i can still do that..." at lunchtime
(her eyelashes fluttered as we discussed upon her discourses with them who respond to 'lunch'
and the others 'dinner'
at 1300
the latter for whom 'lunch' is a discourtesy
.......woke...is ....now....officially..... over
(so hard to celebrate as a universal human rightsist, ultra green, chop-their-royal-headsoffist... true elgalitarian
left of Jezza the second comming, Corby
ukltra egalitarian
as the rich are made so unhappy AND die younger or at least their kids do
and the rich are people too
i dont care of blokes chop their own bollocks-offist as it means more babes for us real men
as long as their parents dont encourage it before the age of growing up and changing ones mind often not even thirty somethin'
indeed merely
good old fashioned free-speech sufragettist - only cos its fun, equalicist classic 'liberal'
but even Brett and Heather now call themselves " oohhh we were classic liberals but now must label ourselves conservative.."
as they have no shared lexicon nor superb litmus papiers to dip the toilet paper that they use to wie the dull anti-rhetoric that dribbles down the corner of their dull health obsessed neurotic lips...
THE.. truest litmus of all was when Mister ultra seditious poet he of Let the truth burn....and "chaos and turmoil prevail.." "under her velevitine hems in the full moon" or summit just as redolent of REAl life ...
became the wettest lettuce ever in history
started to self regulate his best ever seditious poetry
And wouldn't even sing his best'un any more
as its offensive to broccoli
AND HIS TERD PUSHIN' LITTLE PIPSQUEEK SO CALLED RECORD COMPANY
REPACKAGED HIM AS SOME CUTSEY LOVEABLE BOY BAND BUM CHUM COMPLIANT
BUM FLUFF INCLUDED
AND EVEN PLAYIN IT IN GOTHAM WHERE IM AMAZED THAT NEW SO CALLED 'SOCIALIST' LIKELY LIKE THE GREEN MAN ZAC
HIS FIRST INTERVIEW UYPON
ASCENDIN'
ASKED ABOUT THE RUDE CHILDISH NASTY IDIOT AND HIS 'KICK EM TRANS IN THEM BALLS'
SAID... " PROSECUTE AND OFF TO THE GALLOWS.."
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD LIVE TO SEE THE DAY
EVEN IF....
twil take a thousand and one of em to shine the light in here, the most sexless place on the planet
(sat watchin' them all pile in for their afternoon of workshoppin'
the posh kind that requires compulsory wicker basket to attend
perched briefly on the pricey bonnet
of the solo driven grand marque
... inside into the inner dark
when all you need - light and air and pathetic underwhelmin hills even
are all around, for free... but dont have that added cache 'come suffer, publicly, with me...' )
damn it Janet likely exceptin'
Gweek
however yes.....
that's the PROBLEM
they say the English speak of a serious issue, then turn it into the best ever comedy
A python crawlin', contrictin' to tears, goolies of Monty
or Pete and Dud
Then do NOTHING ever to make the issue 'good'
But hang on..
Portugal, Bolivia all those just about saudade places
Perhaps even Serbia when theyve dealt with their little issue
of several made up 'races'
Yes they DID
walk 100s of km lasteryear; some of them to
give it to the man
who corruptly stole their public spaces
and auctioned em off to lowest bidder
uncle Slobbo ... what a fibber
poetry.... whom among these people values poetry
as much as decent film or writing literary?
as much as the English
to recite so so so SMUGLY
and then.... not even have one atom of lasting DOiness
hearts so moved, but only momentarily!
And then back to mee mee meeeeeeeee...
thats the answer to the riddle
and whole fuckin load of piddle
For The English to go and get Byronic...
show off, even pollute her fine mind:
" i wish to know a poet..."
THE CLUE Cathy yes histrionic!
Hearhcliffe probably poet in trainin'
never ends well, killed by heavy rainin'
poetry WORSE than comedy
for inclucatin' FATAL national acedie
[ not the common as muck ia but to rhyme, variant ie]
fuckin copyright, me
