It is 3 am here in Ireland
just heard the Cuckoo Clock
chime. The reason I am awake
is due to the Folly, dreamt I
had a ****** free ******* and
I was in bed with a female
boxer from Australia who
looked like she had the edge
on me, but it was a false alarm,
just the prostate reminding me
that there is no pleasure to be
had from wet dreams and of
course, the toilet is downstairs,
the computer bleeped, it was
an anonymous email from a
reader who said that my poetry
was like a premature *******
and that I should consider having
a literary vasectomy or else that I
should subscribe to Tras#MeToo.