Spam Purse–Tripping on Cillit Bang

Mincer.

Israel has a lot,
To answer for.
Question one:
Where’s Keith?

Down the pub.
He followed,
The DC Cook sign.

Mincer.

Red means go.
Green means left.
The ship has sailed.
She wants different,
Sperm in her womb.

Cowboys and Pakistanis.
Sugar-frosted peanuts,
Drop from the sky,
Like pellets of death.
Desensitised sheep.

Rid the world,
Of peach melba.
The smiles of,
The many trump,
The frowns of,
The few.

Mincer.