I’ll Have a Pint of Mild—Make It a Double

Poetry 1 Minute

Ip, dip, dogshit,
Cunt!

Cunt!

Cocaine up the bum.
Hidden from your mum.

Faggotry of the highest,
Odour.
Dominatrix,
Of the ballbag.

Cocaine up the shitter.
Morgan Stanley Dean Witter.

Terrible twos!
Terrible twos!

Cunt!

You have to,
Shit my pants.

Little Tommy Tucker,
Was a naughty little fella.
Thomas Brian Wilford Two-Shits.
He’s better than you.
Cope harder!

Hardon.

Cocaine up the arse.
The larder is fucking sparse.

Fat women,
If you hate being,
Body shamed,
Stop being fat.
And grotesque.
Fatty!

Diabeetus!

Cunt!

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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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