Thursday, October 16, 2008

Poetry of now

Well I'm completely fucked off with this latter generation of poesy

It's all cock, or variously worthy, with smelly hippies extemporising breathy inter-locution or trailing off cod mystery.

Fucking shit beans.

If you have a popular vocal method, that trailing off, for singing your own praises

Then fuck right off, kink grease twat

Retract to things that means something: get cold and muscular, or shit and flowery

Whatever, you're all grammar cunts

blog comments powered by Disqus