the   kind that *****
the    breath   out of
the           highstreet

the kind of
     sicktothestomach
nothingnessforvalue
thingyouveevereaten

this year, it has been
ten years long. thatis
no witticism,now (if i
have counted every1
****** second that
has tugged my wrist
like a toddler/ticking
timebomb/ then it is
twenty thirty five). i
am  falling  apart  at
the ******* seams.
we're all moving fun-
ny,     like sense has
fermented &   i have
fallen,    scraped my
knee           on     the
c  h   o   i    c    e s    t
p    a     r   q    u   e t
floor     there           is

i paid nine pound for
a burger and all i got
was this stupid poem