Whoops!

Slept all afternoon
Now comes the shoutings
20.00 hours inspires
Narratives of loss
~
Stood before cracked eighties
mirrors preening rich frantic
Romantic yuppies
Cuntstruck Sloane Etonians
wank over Rachels promised
reward for boorish antics
~
thin veneered vanity sniffs
someother shaven haven:
in short- a demagogue was born
~
on the composter
immodest cabbage emits
flatulence carried stillborn
on a brassica breeze
~
& so
with hairbrush held proud
in bumptious trembling hand
Boaty McBoat-Race says:
~
‘Christ! My God what
have I done this time
to my immoderate forelock?
keep buggering on
~
Rehearsed sprout freely odd
consequences & renovate
notions of faux blonde order
The spectacle eats itself
