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Little Sunny Brook Farm No longer exists It has been replaced By a motorway service station With a DaDa Theater attached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

When my Fayjer died We buried him in the farmyard But within the week The cows dug him up So we fed him to the pigs Who were later sold to butcher The cows of allisom are no longer In the fields of allisom As the butcher offered us a fair price I no longer […]

My tractor is in the barn It is ready for use I am in bed with Angel a The clouds are heavy It is going to rain The fields can wait I am too fond of them My daughter is in a wheelchair She was born a farmers daughter But is no longer a farmers […]