Piẞen Flappen–Portside Rimshot

Poetry 1 Minute

Vosene,
Down your urethra.

In Shap,
How do they,
Drink Coke?
Disparity reigns.

Trembling fingers,
Curl around the Mars bar.
Wilson Phillips.
Climbing the sturrs,
In Oldham.

Rhechan fel ci defaid,
ar jaen gwta.
Cachau bant!

Minge.

Leave me alone!

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Published by Edwin Saxton

I write stream of consciousness nonsense and call it poetry. I genuinely don't care who I offend. If you don't like what you read, go and cry to your mother! I'm better than you. CYMRU AM BYTH!!!

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