Boys Night! Boys Night! Boys Night! I’m Going 2 Steal That Shirt
Boys night! Boys night! Boys night! Boys night!
I’m going 2 steal that shirt
And the BAFTA goes to…
Brexit, JUST LOOK AT THE BENEFITS
She yelled, as the edge came into view
Each day we face our own apocalypse.
Each morning our own creation myth.
eyes bigger than your stomach
now, Llamas dominate the view of the orchard
And we tumble through forty half-sized
Boys nights! Boys night! Boys night! Boys night!
I am going 2 steal that shirt
Still, trees are great
I often wonder… why is belly button fluff is blue?
Brexit
We found safety in Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk!!!
And the fact a cat on your lap means an afternoon nap!
Let me take you on a stroll, get on a boat. Lies will drown and the truth will float.
Rubber ducks are my favourite aquatic mammal
Along the dark canal, something moved
Someone whispered
Why have I got sweetcorn under my foreskin?
Boys nights! Boys night! Boys night! Boys night!
I’m going 2 steal that shirt
Let us hope we stay afloat.
Richard, Richard, where art tho Richard?
Would you rather – a million pounds or a cigarette, right now?
I’d sip at a gin and tonic – strictly for health reasons
each day we face our own apocalypse,
tumblingthrough forty half-sized, brexits,
screaming
Boys night! Boys night! Boys night! Boys night!
I’m going 2 steal that shirt
Sip sip sip my dirty water!! Would you like a lemon slice? Like a lemon slice we float, our
poems, seeds infused with zest. Glacial, flowing, feasting, cooking hummus or something
middle eastern.
Do you poetry? Yes No Other
A choice changes power when you choose it deep inside
But my mind is blank, no verse is there to write on paper waiting pure, so crisp and clean.
Even slathered in butter
I still can’t write in yellow
Boys night! Boys night!
I’m going 2 steal that shirt