July 2025
Hehe Haha! I know nothing about poetry.
I came with no expectations, an open heart and an open mind. 2 drinks, amazing conversations, I’m glad of what I could find. – An occult sacrifice of 3 dead rats, floating in a food waste bin.
Live. Laugh. Die young.
But you know what they say, it’s better to be pissed off, than pissed on.
Oh! We’re out of loo roll, I guess it’s the bucket again…
Never ask a penguin the time, they lie.
The professional bios were stolen by a pigeon outside?
The owl and the pussycat want for a pea.
She said – for the hundredth time- Time is elastic, but nobody listened.
She said she’s like a potato, best when baked and smashed.
This above all to thine own self be true.
I wore booty shorts, and now my arse is sticking to the seats.
And in this room, my fire caught heart…
I can’t remember life before the turd that wouldn’t flush.
Sometimes somethings are wonderful.
Today I saw a dog, running down the road, pulling the cafe chair its lead had been tied to. The wings of a shot arrow will not always reach the bird that has already discovered flight.
I’m a cosmic little brat
I wish people would give me free drugs.
Mercury is in Lucozade.
Ozzy, Ozzy, you made us all laugh when you wore your wife’s cozzy, because she’d hidden yours. The world is in ruins and it’s all my fault. My head is my only house unless it rains.
I spoke the truth, but ai forgot to say it quietly. My notes app could be used against me in a murder case:
Smothering a ladybug to death with your tits is arguably something you never fully recover from.
Anyone seen Alan?
You are the right side of annoying.
Alone in a room with a half used role of cellotape hanging in mid air.
Be gay, do crime, get drunk.
Look at this cunty lemon drizzle.
Not even the rain, has such small hands.
Use the shoe rack, don’t use the shoe rack. Make your mark life after dark
Spotlight on the small shards of bone making my skillfully sewn costume unbearable.
I haven’t submitted verse, because I spent all my time drawing. Go to Manchester for one night, then go to Belgium for 3-4 nights. My pussy stinks like cat food, but it’s nothing compared to my attitude.
Father dusk eat the mango.
I will not die your daughter.
At the end of it all, passion young fever.
EVER TRIED? EVER FAILED? NO MATTER. TRY AGAIN. FAIL AGAIN. FAIL BETTER.
I fear this may be the end of this cold charade, for I cannot stand another night.
Fall into the earth, meet a merry possum.