SPLIFF

Smoke swirls

& unfurls 

Through the claggy haze

Blow backs

And embers blaze

Crimson to black

As Rizlas burn

Back to back

"Mate it's your turn

To skin up."

An acrid tang 

Eyes half closed

A superfragilistic fug

Imposed

And as you sang

"Oh Sally can wait"

To reality

You can no longer relate

And as she's walking on by

The self begins to dissipate

Eyes meet across a room

But you're too far gone to wait 

And see...

What this all could possibly mean?

But it's too late

And you're too far gone to care..

#BlackFriday

TRUMP

TRUMP the Big

Pimping out

The Syrup of Fig

Flaxen locks,

Proud Germanic

Jowls

Jangling jingoism

To a baying

Crowd

who want

A WALL

to make

America…

Proud...Once more

(Now where

has that been

done before?)

And with His Porcine cries of

'Don't let them in.

No not by the

hairs on

my chinny

chin, chin.

He's on a win win

With the KKK

All Flailing AK

47's and

fresh mullets

Their right

to bear arms

a must.

In Killary we

Do not

Trust

She's got Wall Street

On the line

She's  got Halliburton

On the case

MERRICA

You're

between

A rock and a

VERY

Hard....

...Place

And now you

Have spoken

Against a system

That is broken

The old order is

DEAD

So Just

Get out of bed

And WAKE

the  fuck up.

Brothers and sisters.

Wake the fuck up!

Oh Valentinian Cunt

OH VALENTINIAN 

CUNT

DON'T BRING ME BITS OF 

CARD

PROFESSING WORDS OF 

LOVE!

YOU DON'T LOVE ME 

DO YOU?

YOU JUST WANNA FUCK ME

DON'T YOU?

AND 

YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH YOUR  TRITE 

REPOSES

AND 

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SENDING ME

ROSES

THAT WILL ONLY WILT AND

DIE

LIKE YOUR LOVE FOR ME DID LONG 

AGO

IT WAS ALL A

LIE...

..I KNOW

GIDIOT

On stage

Ol’ Georgy

Stands with legs astride

like he’s off to ride a

horse into victory.

He’s got a gram in

his pocket and

his eyes are like

black stars

that let no light in

He can take on

the world but..

his richter grin

hides the truth…..

He wasn’t cuddled

as a boy

you know?

Anyhoo…

The paddock and

the offshore

stash

make up for

the emptiness

in his soul,

as he number

crunches his way

to austerity. A

2.1 BA

in History

qualifies him

more than

most to

make

tough decisions

off the backs of
'hard working

people'

who want

a ‘Higher wage,

Lower Tax’

economy.

YES the deficit

is definitely

coming down

people

and if doesn’t…

China will
definitely

be to blame….

Sunday Dinner at Harry's

Gravy glistened upon his chin
Wine stained lips all aquiver
Anticipating
The sliver
Of beef upon his fork
On his tongue
Medium rare, it melted
And to the Yorkshire pud
Crisp and brown
It slipped down
Most agreeably
Swished with Ruby Cabernet
Glug!
He shilly-shallied between
The carrot and the bean
But decided to spear both
In an obscene
Fashion
And slosh
Another drop of sauvignon
Like the curve of a woman's hip
He slavered over a splendiferous spud
Roasted
Down the gullet it did slip
Chops slapped
As he lapped and feasted onwards
Afterwards
A napkin daintily dabbed
Signalled that he was finally sated
He undid a button or two
And waited

For dessert to come.

Yesterday's Boy

His face had a blackberry shine

plucked from the thicket...

purple fingers and scuffed knees

How a boy should be....

Clothes smelling of fresh air

not living rooms and fags.

Trees climbed and hideouts

to find, the day filled with 

adventure and the promise

of the unknown. Exploration,

unexpected finds, an old boot,

a tin can.....who is the old man

in no.42? Knock on the door...

and run......roll down the hill

as fast as you can.....then dig a

hole and hide sweets....In the 

distance his name is called, 

time for home.....Dinner!!

and a bath to wash off the

mud ....but not the memories.

They will always stay.

The Cabinet of Millionaires Make Underclass soup

The carcasses

Of the Underclasses

are made into soup

Boiled flesh n guts

Sipped on silver spoons.

Blood sucked dry

through straws of gold

And skin

stitched into luxury leather

Prole bones

into aspic

Veins taut strings

For violins,

Teeth stacked

To build

Ivory Towers

And

Hearts ripped

Out for the heartless.

who say.....

"Let the profitless be discarded 
& let their lives be disregarded 
there's nothing in it for me
I care nothing for them
You see!!"

 Yes the cabinet of millionaires
sip underclass soup..........

I'm Just Not That Into You Anymore. (Sorry)

When I look

At you

my

Intestines

Sink
Into the

Floor

And
My balls

Retract

Due to

The fact

That…............

"I'm just not

That into
You

Anymore…Sorry"

.....And

That Girl

Over there
Big tits -

Blonde hair

Promises me

The

New
No more!!!Can I

Do you
And not

Weep?
Just let me

Sleep!!!!

Or at

Least

Can I
Think of Her

Whilst I’m

At it?

And even if

You stood

Naked
Legs over your Ears

I still
Wouldn’t
Notice
You’ve washed
My Pants

For too many
Years!!
I no longer
Have
A motive

So take
Your wit

And take
My pants

And just fuck off will yer!!

Low Rise Jeans In a High Rise in Peckham

In a bucket
Of fried convenience
Her fingers drip
In East Street gold
Future heirlooms
If all been told
To her newborn son
Whose father he'll
Never know
But even so
He's Niked to
The max
So that's ok
And he'll learn
The facts
Along the way
By a step dad
Or five
Who'll teach him
How to stay alive
Whilst beating
Him to the floor
And it won't take
Long for sure
For one to be
Smashing down
The door
Tonight mama's
Out with Nana
Who's only
Thirty-four