How dare you cross our meadows And carelessly pick the beautiful flowers They were causing you no harm And were living in peace with the country days You have brought a darkness into this village I will never forgive you

I am not a rebel Far from it I am very conservative And long for the Empire I was born in India Long after it was lost And watched Malaria Slowly weaken my father During my childhood years I consider that I am different And maybe I am I still weep silently When listening to […]

I like to think I am a rebel But I am not I am just a cunt Who likes to think That he is a rebel

I woke up this morning And drowned in my disappointment The skies were grey Rain was threatened The cat was unwell again And had shit in the rockery Corbyn had not died Screaming of cancer Whilst I slept The pigs were politicised And so anally fucking weak Protests had not been banned All protests that […]

Because of the angle of the sun I backed into the cat behind me There was no real damage But the paint was scratched When I looked up I noticed That the car belonged to my neighbour Sheila I Immediately apologised as she was my friend Shelia said that there was no need to apologise […]

I met Polaroid Pink at the Service Station She was wearing her fathers Brown suit I was wearing a Grey suit Which once belonged To my mother

Little Sunny Brook Farm No longer exists It has been replaced By a motorway service station With a DaDa Theater attached

The old lambing shed Is now my bedroom I also keep the vacuum cleaner Near the fractured door

I have recently requested Rgat an air raid siren Be Installed on the farm Even though the war is over I have called it Simone

When the delivery lorry arrives My daughter dresses As a Polar Bear