At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four
Molly opens her door
and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand
Isn't it grand
to be remembered this way?
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children
Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented *****
The well known literate degenerates
long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles
whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling
How do they walk with her sausages
and inner organs of beasts and fowls?
their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show
Well **** your ****! With a flame-grilled
samuel
becket burger
and a side order
of oscar wilde fries
"warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes.
Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments.
Armpits oniony sweat .
Fishgluey slime.
Feel!
Press!
Crushed!
Sulphur dung of lions
Young! Young!
In the petri-
Pish
Pish
Pish
Dish
spitoon culture
the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati
hold a party
"I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring
Long ago I was king
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!"
Bing!
Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review
Was talking to ME…….. about yew
What do yew think of that aesthetic crew?
The opal hush poets?
The master mystiks?
The wanz thit
*** to me
in the sma' oors
o the mournin'
tae ask aboot
plains o consciousness?
They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses!
In Dublin's fine city
Where the wine bars are pretty
You can't find an ashtray
You must smoke alone.
Isn't it grand
To be remembered this way
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?
