Post meridian
my little cupcake commits
genocidal actions:
hangs a false lord
by the neck till dead;
visits the haberdasher
after a light lunch
of eggy surprises
deep fat fried in
grand larceny
and hair lacquer;
kicks and sniggers
a begging wastrel
when no-one’s looking;
and indulges in
radical origami.
As well you know
Only too well
There are certain things
That it is
Too hard to tell
That’s what surprised me
About technology
*
Just for example
The mystery of silence
Clever blank guarded
Gruff still responses
From a noisy lathe
When woodbine ash
Melted your cheap nylon shirt
You scowled adult
Chimpanzee
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Big thing found out
Soon swallowed
in a brice instant
like we are more scared
of being found out
than death itself
go take a look around
Grimbeau 