didn't know him very well,
didn't even know he'd gone,
though, what I know is that he was,
The idiot, in an idiotocracy.

Feathered, daft,
leaning sweet.
compliant, reliant,
we, complete

Look, its poached, or fukin fried.

Its either, or,
there ain't no more,
tertiary options, out de door.

thought I filed her
in the drawer,
third one down
I thought,
in amongst the
clutter of things
I should have ought,

her name is lost
to reason,
many seasons
past and gone

though her face-
her face is
emblazoned on
this evening setting sun.

In our snap shut skin,
in our blue twang of youth,

When we bound young wolves
in a palette of grey,

When we shackled
a snowflake in white.

When we manacled the sun
unto the day,

And, we tethered the moon- -
to the night.




(****, I have absolutely no-idea how to reply to anyone, Sorry! )

Fully ambulatory with
onanist wrists,
neither whig,
nor tory,
nor communist,
he's loose lipped
loose hipped
quite well equipped,

he's bendy n trendy,
he's buff, n ripped.

not quite castrato
and gives good vibrato
to choirboys mulatto -
with belly button fluff.

Obi.

Aching bones n bladder stones
are signs of gettin old,
missing teeth n droopin beef
two more,, or so i'm told.

Hairy backs n saggy sacks
are afflictions of old men,
havin rants n ****** pants-
happen now n then !

when the gut is sagging more n more
and it's dragging on the floor,
when ******* are banging on the knees
and armpits smell like cheese,

when teeth they sleep within a glass
upon the bedside table,
and as for giving girls a thrill
you find you're quite unable,

But don't think that I’m unhappy
after everything I said,
e'en though I wear a grown up *****
and soon be ****** dead.