This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago – drunk – in as little time as it took to scribble the words.
Never underestimate the intelligence of a trout
Piss and sod off
sod right off
Run the plates, Bill
Run the fucking plates, Bill
it’s a freaking partial dood
stop watching those profane
crime shows
Stop pretending
Father, I have nothing to say
But God Sees All
The Lord God he gives little
People seem to get rationally irrationally upset
I can’t imagine anger staying around long enough to rationalize it
Write lighter and produce words
like this
What does it mean, one murder?
She was as fit as you
or me!