Homily almshouse on the inside scar,
after it was revealed yr universal credit notice
I was made bitten in tougher torment bread-bin,
was handed an (e.g. human) warmth
the symmetry of experiences that scandalmonger
that wrecked request
officer knows no bounds, you know me
I ought to know or have known but
O i’ve tried drill bits
that wrecked inside I asked for forgiveness but will it be
given I have received my criminal charge and would like the moonlight serenade as my last
sick balance, had caused “great stress”
of (e.g. human) warmth
their debating rightly 'not allowed'
ban thyself in
fuck myself in this weir.
I am ashamed and humiliated and I apologise
to interfere with my lifespan?
have you tried drill bits
we could possibly eat them at night under
together
I loved Love itself and what of its lighter fluid
allowing the secretions
on my fanlight my existing pegged
heartland problem. clanks. have faced alloys and crony angled inside me or tacked on
to interfere with my private light? None
I seek death & reasonable adjustments to my workplace immediately P.M
paranoid after it was revealed
I am red in the face and its
“understandably puffed anger”
of (e.g. human) warmth
coward spit on the hay a
fake letter to MPs’ my teeth ache
solitarily at night
I ponder over my rented rostrum
my headlights in a ditch
to my workplace to my mums house
clap the sector pay honeycomb alteration
on farce o god
o go o do o god o o o god o in
my competences are a billfold.
fuck
MPs’ exploiter scarf, that came to symbolise
my sick balance,
of (e.g. human) warmth
hang onto secretions of honed alphabet
numbers my existing heartland problem. clanks.
Have you tried drill bits
we could possibly eat them to my workplace
my private light? None
I seek death or reasonable
(e.g. human) warmth
problem. clanks. I am red in the face and its
sold at augury for chase, while the destiny of you goes regrettably faint,
was that Sit-down Peter
sit down (e.g. human) warmth
never liked ducks. fuck off
duffer. much liked in Westminster, always scrupulously always observed the rules. a mesh bantam; a disappearance of oligarchy, houseboy, theme, philistine and verruca competition; a billion at Lloyd’s. I have bled out at my workplace
a knowledge in 2008 a carnation.
Margaret Thatcher’s graft. No.
Margaret Thatcher’s gramophone . No.
Margaret Thatcher’s grace. No.
three yobs in Margaret Thatcher’s grain.
a knuckle in 2008 undated
for 36 yobbos of (e.g. human) warmth
the most dedicated fathom, imagine
– who broke the stratagem – disclosed the most ridiculous rungs that enabled him
here and was marked with gold of what many might consider
actual blood observed the rules.
the chieftain callus
in 2008
I was 12 years old
inside a bin at Lloyd’s a disbursement of omens– who broke the strategy –
I never was liked by the ducks in 2008
I was dead a disarmer of ombudsman, in Canary Wharf pleading
with a briquette to facilitate accountability for the bits that fell off or down or since
inside with a repository of their debating champagne.
And, like the hankering I can think of worse ohms to beautify eat them at night under the moonlight my phone explodes in my ear I always knew I thought it would do eat my medication to clap the rent sector honeycomb I live in
I am very proud to have been a memorial of paroxysm
and I go back to myself in a boys toilet
on CCTV kicking in the shit tile-work
and understood in 2008 what it all might mean
what was in fact yr fate and yr inevitability its
rictus inborn inside you inside yr nerve work
ends and just surviving a wrought-irrelevancy firmament would be nice.
