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

The Party

Well les be avin ya
down 999 Letsby Avenue
we're havin a party!
I'll be wearing pants
And in the pantry you
can pet my paunch
and call me polly
Dont forget the booze
a burgundy will do
I've got vol-au-vons
freshly nestled on
armpit hair
And cheese delicately
squeezed through my toes
And I'm gonna throw shapes
to an 80's tape
Lets boogie
But dont bring that
bird Bonnie
She kept biting me
last time we met
Turn up around 8
Please bring your
own bog roll I've
run out.

I Have a Launderette By the Sea

I have a launderette by the
sea.
There
i watch mens pants
spin
And drink tea.
And as the tide
Comes in
Ladies knickers
Flap
In the wind
And Kiss Me Quick Hats
Dry
As the Seagulls
get high
On Candy floss.