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May 2022
The idea came in a flash
or so it seemed
see how from rays filled morns
to dusky fetching nightfall's
there are hordes cursed to see nowt
but the bad and woeful sides of life
with minds that claims gutters as homes

Entertaining in cesspits
bathing in slurries and muds
like mud larks and swine's
the first class losers of our times
entombed in the cacophony of gain less disarray
the dead minds of the mindless
resurrected in the damaged and afflicted
hoping with *****'s staffs and cloth in cowards rags
baying negativities and woebegone
from here to kingdom gone

So the idea came in a flash
its the age herds and lemmings
drinking at the Serengeti of neurotics
so lets create an instagram account
welcoming lepers and basement moaners
come ye cowards and sados
narcissists and sadists needed
loonies slack jawed dribblers and tin heads
soap-dodgers and undatables all welcome
this is your nirvana
your ancestorial sewage disposal bin
hashtag
Losers will hate
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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