car boot find
genuine organic nonsense up for grabs
unintelligible art non fungible
tokenised & wrapped in promissories
still
wet from the horse trough
just a sec Lord Whatsyerface me bunioned
feet
scarcely brushed the ground you say this
job lot’s worth
twice its weight in cosmic waste no shit
it’s more
valuable unboxed
tip the lot across the yard we’ll get some
mad
keen apprentices on sorting isotopes
from the spent Picassos Warhol prints &
owl
Salvador Dalis
crypto clues aside how much d’you reckon
John
give or take a half-life pack the grafting
in
buy ourselves a floating home or camper van
move to the Far East
oi you’ve stabbed me right between the
shoulder blades
what the Dickens for you dirty rat I’ll
tell
Mother think you’re clever well I never
dis-
honour among thieves
strip chess
red night
takes
white porn
rook pops
up
that’s check
your top
please
my turn
mate in
eight
moves what
no thong
sex
or quits
the Tatlock manifesto
tapioca pud
jam like Kelly’s Eye
not a hand grenade
dropped in yr gruel
bloody good you can’t
beat a bit of white
poison just desserts
pardon my frog
semolina you’re
waltzing up our street
coronation style
rhubarb & egg
custard talking stewed
prunes the stones foretold
who’d be rich from those
coveting loaves
beggars never said
they were professised
now I’ll fetch me owl
lollypop stick
keep this to yourself
there's no
telling you
can’t say
stick two
blighters down
one hole
ten days
pass the time
intact
oh folks
do exchange
stuff but
neither
pole would make
contact
husbandry for all
some Egyptians worshipped sacred bulls
mummified their cats had bird & dog
headed gods the thieving beetles what’s
that all about
ancient Greeks gave women snakes for hair
Disney raised a mouse to sorcerer’s
app & Goofy what became of him
janitor bore
houyhnhnms & yahoos I dig
held many a convo with my Ben
Jobs he ran away neglected no
not out of food
chickens are another matter love
counts for nowt without their daily grain
eggs will not emerge a fair exchange
always been veg
though I ate my share of Sunday lambs
as a child the gramps a slaughterman
what I’m tryna say is animals
ain’t got no beef
cheese island
cite specific laws
striking robot attitudes
ditch the dreamboat clause
every think is wrong
lyrics root replacement moods
do another song
fix that broken muse
switch to B sharp major chords
see what nothing proves
play the pink notes force
folks to listen there’s the gong
submarine’s on course
land crabs sing along
seascape paintings spot the nudes
losers don’t belong
skin on drums
poets in their sheds
two sheds down the banks
holidaying all
summer the swine
wallowing in pure
inspiration full
board & extras kit
washed for a song
time of reckoning
pays your money takes
what you fancy eh
grabbed by the tail
chances are you’d flog
Auntie Jean as white
traffic just the one
thing to get on
play the cherub you
smile & quote a line
Whitman wrote some time
during the war
sick note
caught me out
kafam gone
uptake slow
here’s a card
sent in by
God Themselves
says I’m owed
fifty leaves
man of means
see Me now
bring your watch
chain is all
signed in real
bloody ink
msg ends
Wagner on ice
do the Russians dunk
men in yolk before
they’re deployed
or preferring hard
boiled devour them like
salted nuts
downing vodka shots
either way what counts
not the rate
but the cost per day
bed & breakfast lunch
evening meal
ammo clothing boots
casket flag & ten
gun salute
Peer Gynt & I
Armageddon’s neither close at hand
nor afoot it’s as they say the game
never up until Brunhilda’s voice
shatters the ice
while the transit of the Valkeries
cross the Baltic zooming Hitler’s gang
down to the hall of the Mountain King
start of Act Three’s
nowhere near the ending anyroad
fantasies are just like proper life
persons who only exist in time
archetypes free
spirits live forever or at least
resurrection automatically
brings them back as soon as they have gone
off for a Burt
on the other hand who knows with death
fairly common best watch out be true
to oneself neglect heroic try
staying alive
Orpheus in Squidland
how can China change
sides like Eric Blair
claimed to use his real
moniker eh
or will Orwell do
trust an Eton man
walking holidays
dressed as a tramp
was Tiresias
half as mad to learn
how the others felt
but the Chinese
they’re inscrutable
Marco Polo came
home & flogged some tales
porcelain too
doesn’t mean a thing
Georgie boy was fly
hedged his bets no way
China is fey
wilderness song
given you my word
choice is take or
leave it yours
silence the absurd
I’ll accept a
sneeze
cough or whispers
overheard
shooting like the
breeze
but you have a
spare
organ play a tune
for me
flash your derrière
well the answer’s mean
come again there’s
nothing there
calling that
obscene
echoes cut the air
through the empty
atmosphere
predators draw near
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