We can fairly aver that a reduction of wages in the woollen manufacture would be a national blessing & advantage, & no real injury to the poor.By this means we might keep our trade, uphold our rents, & reform the people into the bargain.
J.Smith: Memoirs of Wool. 1747 II
We tell the common people that if they submit to a code of tyrannical regulations, they shall never be in want. They do submit to these regulations. They perform their part of the contract, but we do not, nay cannot perform ours & thus the poor sacrifice the valuable blessings of liberty & receive nothing that can be called an equivalent in return.
T.Malthus.
i. †
Now your rumple thorns
&scour an alienated silhouette unwrit
the same heartless registrar burning a HR bulletin hole
bolted into callused fingers
the cruellest colliery cramps payroll troll
fuck it. as they casually seek
to remove parts inside —dry heaving— somewhere
in arm’s letter length its subsong
trembling& wisp'd over-whelming
clavichord of the damned& suspended tic force
gets charred the hand that feeds
the migraine weather
said aloud or under briar
turns in unchecked off again
to sweat in the database vale
tiered light to thrifted light
nozzle to nozzle tight
your entitlement to occupational sickness is reduced by half
with efficiency closed, to a tabless forward
best wishbones for your continued recreation
in twilight slits the timeserver glinting
now meant to live as inadequately as told
to a ruction you cannot exhaust
if there are any other ways
it drones out in lines I inhibit
militia swallowed off the merest anode
mnemonic, rented on webHome .cloches
the effigy of a wren
burst like everything I sang dead again
for a work ethic unchained
unbarred the integer for Fiscal Stylus
has calculated that the user, you
are foul of our estimate, a ‘cut’ to £0. in a hole
known as a sanction through whom I see no bliss at all!
O wicked wall, fulminate mist jilted.
mudguards. in pith. sunk
woe I am to this wall's woe hole sealed
to dangle work upon the spy gash
& hunches consecrate & twist
all rime on felled sickle croaks
up liquid fiscal pricks
today the Ocean is buried
today death for garnets in pockets
today eat 5% now to your peace kindling,
today CSJ has built an alliance on poverty
tomorrow skiver punnets long for ouroboros
in sepulchre eat sick off red-tapeworms
known as a sanction for a heart of nothing
known as large analgesic of my lanyard, wrapped
I have found myself crannied inside a hole 8pence thick
in autogas Feud Baron Feud
laid to rest
down the CNS you moved,
unclinking betwixt a billfold screed
so the Working Group members anonymity will recover
in your children's birthmarks
as to work dangle requirements
& out-of-work indentations remain sundered
to in-work indentations a pruning knife
& to be found in & of compelling evidence for the idea that money earned through work carries more utility than money received from benefits by both Government & Opposition
O rift goaded to & go
waking least lowest most ragged
& dismissed in not your own,
not yours to remove
an empty lease figured of starred & pricked eyes
grown inward all valued tight
flayed a rota of me somewhere in arm’s letter length
open the payroll or I will implode
&eat through a haze length of numbers,
of an arms length on salvoWEB
countersign upon countersign
with ripped-out sprigs gently absented
& fairest oak approved Work-Force pedants
made on the cruellest of woes
or most anxious of heaves
inside at arm’s letter length doglegged
on this fairway suspended tic
yearly planner eats my meniscus,
Mother has an Ovaltine & settles down
she does not say the word for
Harym, harm, as in roadblock
cracked to a kind of twilight,
of dependency & worklessness
as old as speculative charts made of rose
on spotless pour in cause over mattered
to swell up the chaff
is unacceptable, & is the subject of this report
after too much harm
work does not pay it concludes
‘looks’ or ‘feels’ at the heart continue
to relieve poverty, reduce worklessness; increase fairness
support positive behaviour, reduce benefit dependency; and
increase the affordability of the system
under cleanness a spot of rose in the
surface corpus struck inside my throat
take a heretical nosedive incentive
Dr Stephen Brien, Nicholas Boys Smith David Godfrey
James Greenbury, Nicholas Hillmanm, Sara McKee, Dr Peter King, Lee Rowley, Debbie Scott, Corin Taylor
all upended in the street bloodlocked
the affordability of the system downed
by F-Troops FLS hon. caus. pecunia non olet
starved beyond work are rats carved on Haymarket Street
for a dynamic welfare state
by the Private Banking division of Lloyds Banking Group
&work to move away from permanent dependency
to increase the affordability of the system
with sedition a weak voice speaks
on ponderous vomit-packed poverty porn
or an Orrery of this & the spy gash above me
is of pure ipsissima verba
as in to ‘cut’ a hole 8pence thick
to Broad Street seeing through the eye
of algebra dead in antitheses of the communal
as a golden song downturns
has merely served entrenched
& perpetuated its causes as lack
is a good thing
O excellent man, the true pattern of singular courage
& unparalleled enterprise, whose lot it was to be obnoxious
to fickle fortune, & suffer adversity with few intervals of prosperity!
That sepulchre that Janis Dobbie* eats
is one of red-tapeworm sanctioned a dead son
in a chink a heart of nothing
my large analgesic lanyard
& or bones blown into flag ended
in sepulchre for ended; smyth’d
for heart; ibansheth
for banisht; Iendeth
for smite, &to skip nave,
screw in & be small & to be hard
close the door shuddering into disincentives
this a known sanction to a wider gap to cut
on undesirables faint with gestures,
in our heart of hearts
is sedition charred to work
ended henceforth
in alteration of 8p unchained
to carve out not cut but scar &
by reducing a last
balanced arc of firebreak
for society inside a cash flow problem is
Dominic Raab inside Dominic Raab is
equality before law problem,
the right to counsel problem
& the right to a fair trial problem
be hurting poorly targeted rapiers of the unemployed
& the shuddering disincentive
to increase the affordability of the system
that it produced inside you
Dominic Raab is O wall, O sweet chink
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
lovely wall ground & mine!
the user you this is 8pence thick& of no bliss!
curse tears again confound pay as you earn & cast to ground
& we will do everything, work with anyone, overcome every obstacle in our path to jobs & prosperity
&I am weary as the night rejected or decayed inside over declaration snap
allow us to design a coherent system
that deploys the vast welfare budget
I am 12 years old dead
I have always worked hard doglegged
& handed an (e.g. human) warmth
eaten on form-filling on
drill bits have you tried
streamlining five practical measures
1. Death of chief wage-earner.
2. Incapacity of chief wage-earner
though accident, illness or old age.
3. Chief wage-earner out of work.
4. Chronic irregularity of work.
5. Largeness of family.
exit moonshine above the poverty threshold
O workplace
O my private light?
not applicable
I seek death or reasonable
(e.g. human) warmth
problem. clanks.
I am red in the face & its
sold at augury for chase,
while the destiny of you Dominic Raab
goes regrettably faint,
was that Sit-down Peter yes
sit down (e.g. human) warmth
in 2008 I was 12 years old
inside a bin outside Lloyd’s bank
a disbursement of omens– who broke the stratagem –
who broke in 2008
(a) strategy
(a.ii) disarmament of ombudsman's
across the land the plight of the unemployed
is a massive bust of Lenin
rescued from the former Soviet Union
at the end of the Cold War & located
in the village of Thenford in Northamptonshire
at the 70 acre estate belonging
to Baron Heseltine of Thenford
a canard into a stockbroker drowned
beneath me an invisible toll,
the poorhouse reduced disincentives &earn more
to increase the affordability of the system
as great a foil for pseudo-ironic wharfs
pointed Canary throttled
inside a repository with a briquette of debating champagne
to the disappearance of the oligarchy
to a houseboy themed philistine competition;
a billion at Lloyd’s sticked in bits fell off or down or since
& the hankering stops
I can think of worse ohms
to beautify under moonlight
abolished absolved
to me belayed this ladder inside
securely chain mailed honeycombed clapped
the rent sector backs a penalty for vespers
over time will no one rid me of?
doglegged & handed
(e.g. human) warmth again
The Chartered Institute for Personnel & Development believes in nothing & hates everything
on a wrecked request
officer knows no bounds, you know me
I ought to know or have known but as my last
sick balance emits
O i’ve tried drill bits
that wrecked inside close to skin
I asked for forgiveness but will it be given?
condemned to ban thyself in indices
spring out under the whole
data, personal, emotional irrational pellet I take
MD MSc MRCS MFOM
There Is No Alternative
as waste bins are caged & padlocked
food dies away from seeing
O, bloodwormed. Surround. people
hope is a better see aspiration
SICKLED proboscis itch
light scraped in abysmal score-print
gives the green LIGHT to
a looping hairpin itch
reaping me now dog-legged
to an (e.g. human) warmth
&hole strickened as I sing aloud
from this lights edge is section 13.5
contained within yr contract,
the most vulnerable s(e)c(t)ion
angled inside or tacked on
to dictate the bean counter my private light?
Egad clanks without prejudice save as to costs
incised in halting vanes extruded
a mock light &O lovely wall,
ground & mine delivered here by
TEN WAYS TO EXTEND COMPETITION & STRENGTHEN CONSUMER CLOUT
twitching by the lifting bar
a fourth step was added
I did not see & I have fallen back inside,
a hole 8pence wide known as a sanction
a grenade pulse a bleak croak &we
know from our web analytic figures people drop dead
into 12 twitching sides,
&it takes on average 17 minutes for a hole to bore & be
known as a sanction
of this our torturing hour
God hooked grim night Dominic Raab
turniped to bedevil his government
to chain nothing to nothing tight in stifling light
dies an epoch down inside your throat
I'll be skydiving from 15,000 feet for no charity
sickness comely flux of blood burstedness
until judgment is handed down upon my head
& to wait & to be inside your throats cam rig finally
to speak through you as we tenderly write
to the European Research Group
closing with divine nature of your indignation
of the worst idlers in the world! clanks
beareth the ungrafted with worms & locus light
O grim night I break my teeth upon the ledger
hit a brick wall & grind down into the shape of a V
with a tail &ask
what is a blue at Oxford?
(a) sickle pricked spike my inside chide, unhorned
(b) a twitching lesion of a gullet of a man
that night broke off on
(c) sealed to cough & look pale this rattling tongue black as bracken night broke off on &speak most to my capacity I was clothed in light a whiteness of white itself I was whispered into twitching sides to see wretchedness
O'er government minded
increase the affordability of the system
my childer has unreturned when William of Orange came to the throne & made me sick & blue in heart & mind
an unrallied life as nation wraith crossed inside
unmarred lifeblood this a life
in disobeyed meters spite
& sunder energy, water, education
& the NHS –to a barren protest
walk inside this Gentleman's club
& cavort these poppies on my eyes
my ears & nostrils my palms extended
along a broken name disobeyed
& I was sickled to be blue &done by
a regiment of Horse Guards
that swore in through hard-work
& an undying love of country
to become a mounted branch
extending this Right Honorable Pugilist
now MP for Esher & Walton
into twitching sides
see any wretchedness expunged from all life
Dominic Raab look pale to this rattling tongue
inhibit these lines now ripe for cut hold
&enforcement of competition of milkweed &honey
rivulets that run down your face
like imagined tears that you detest & seek to kill
or mime or throw upon yourself
& all the hate you bury in your beaded eyes
black as bracken night
speak most to my capacity inverted life
whispered in a crannied hole or chink, 8pence thick
&O duty tender &O take your places shiver
& O scorn did fall upon me
for lust of your strength
so brazen under the frozen light
of the UK Austerity Programme
&unending nature of its perpetual life
death on nights of looting snitched
I read you under gaslight body without organs
& imagine your broken voice reading back to me
through a crannied hole a whispered sunk in my earglow
i hear you speak to my heart Dominic Raab
your tender voice broke
bequeathed of Dr Cahlloner's Grammar school, a choke
sapping my pleas as I mellow
in the remnants of
these burnt out commercial leases to start again
struck ripe for cut hold
&enforcement of competition i remain
to cut myself wide by the integer of Fiscal Stylus a hole,
8pence wide O now on your own to rumple thorns inside
tonight & scrub a divided shadow unwrit
Dominic Raab as a discrete murmur to yourself
the same cold audit
scouring your personnel into miserable automatic
reactions a murderous cut-throat incentive to unfasten
tongue from mouth, mouth from head
& somewhere in arms letter length a true freedom
screw in & to be undying
tremor lock a tendril &overcome
this body most ragged & dismissed
Dearest Dominator,
cleaned of the unconsumable cleared of all unproductive sterile
the unengenderd suspended tic force nozzled to nozzle tight
under the mulberry tree you have my hands 7 of them
&i am plucked of pride but retain all of my adult teeth
enought to I drink to your Rt Hon.
through spectral hands
on this halted night to live out fright
& menace of your brazen contempt of life
& to break all rime for cost
egad life for all life is measure
a cut & to be snapped cap &made into a signet
of your unalloyed brilliance &bedazzle of your histories
carved out eyries inside the body politic the body that
I dispossess every night under gilded light
& void me of all your concentric curses
& of all the worlds rime felled bloodless ear
to sing sweet your lifes fever & shrill bitterness
will unreign
& I seek death
& reasonable adjustments to my workplace immediately
o god on farced
o go & do o god o o o god & in
my competences are billfold
of (e.g. human) warmth
body clamps tight-ENDS-chamfered at the bit
my sick balance of (e.g. human) warmth
hangs onto numbers my clanks
fuck off
duffer. I am red in the face & its
a known 2008 carnation
the burden of employment regulation in the UK
has swollen six times over the last 30 years
spit in the gale of what might have been narrow, barren, rough, & unprofitable hoping, perhaps, to grace strangers who are both unworthy
& ungrateful for the
sake of an island of silver hazard
the loss of one of gold & what has been or to be
cruel, I. I Have Always Worked Hard
my tongue on ballcock itch prosperity
teeth sworn in brokers of dominium
you should be treated like
clamps in factotum a mock signal
how cloudbursts have been
& what has been new
an invisible toll for
guillotines I do not know.
other echoes
murderess, v-necked lemures
dig anti-fends & nattering hole stricken
Margaret Thatcher’s graft. No.
Margaret Thatcher’s gramophone . No.
Margaret Thatcher’s grace. No.
three yobs in Margaret Thatcher’s grain. sunk
a knuckle in 2008 undated
for 36 yobbos of (e.g. human) warmth burnt
for the most dedicated fathom, imagine
– who broke the stratagem – disclosed the most ridiculous
in 2008
I was 12 years old dead
scrapped to cheeks a lull for teeth inside
closed harmlessly &armfuls crossed stretched
of winters discontent reamends
teeth died in warehouses
in transept weary dog-tired &do you
slowly see through worksick
picked of need to grow over
teeth died in warehouses
to rats inside our footholds
over head turns billfolds
O blossom stuff whirlwind lodged in flue
the pivot hole sticks again
in the rigid queues &always at minus
that on teeth to be willing to
& do you slowly see plied from squatting
creeps out of your luck
a lifetime under workhouse indices
under birthright leftovers sentinels of
what do you feel?
Peter Cruddas Baron Cruddas,
a tombola for a heart
no servant bids for you
turning dot on blossom
in rigid &always at minus
that on teeth creep out of your luck
that the Boy Scouts enabled you to escape
Cruddas, having been created Baron Cruddas, of Shoreditch in the London Borough of Hackney, was introduced & took the oath, supported by Lord Leigh of Hurley & Baroness Stuart of Edgbaston, & signed an undertaking to abide by the Code of Conduct crucifixion poised all stolen excursion give us
the clock out of beat
where you use to hide
or ticktock, ticktock inside
at each putting a clock out of beat
Peter Andrew Cruddas,
having been created Baron Cruddas, a cur
inside that common ailments are meant
heil downer raked to the groundsheet
poor aspirant child CMCyou &your coinages
when you die on dotage with ghostly cries
narrow call it a massive dwelling
you cannot tell by
heart rendered at each putting out of mine
actual despot sick I made legitimate economic tarns by
which we are led to mean the actual
slumping of your body of Baron Cruddas
& his atheistical carriage in unfaithfulness & stubbornness
to become undone twisted scoffing at the ordinances,
summon forth this larynx malformed
a one-eyed piglet the people of God
profane at age 15 rictus piled
you wear a crown of thorns a dispersal of ice blue injure
inside the heart of young boys crammed beat
&crushed where you use to hide
when you were poor of common ailments
loosely dreaming a clock in a beat mine &put this
clock out of beat of Cruddas Motto
inside alms you use to cry
inside a broken stitch
where you use to hide
or ticktock, ticktock
in heirloom proud varicose
to entwined upon dead vows
&unstitched inside
with what hour it is,
the winding arbors removed
a sentry of decimal's erupting
immanetize the eschaton
over what is our hopeless work?
Baron Cruddas tomorrow
closed for & filled
with desiccated incentives
superintended on my swollen grave inconsequence
decided not to look inside
my crawling eyelids had their URLs
redirected in a silent creak of armaments
& I would like to be at the other hand
receiving the hardness of facing you transparent
to bore a hole as he was named
LORD BARON CRUDDAS
see inside through & through again
the richest man in the City of London,
failed to leave the proscenium
in clandestine receipt of money
a hand dropped goes down
by croak overcome
or convened to reconsider the matter to do better
in the light of all evidence of the UK Austerity Programme
this eternal emblem of providence & your own Cash for Hons.
there is no possible way of making an inference
from the existence of one situation
to the existence of another you said
an entirely different situation & closed the door
to ashes we cannot infer
from events of the future
from those of the present
a superstition is nothing but in a decimals
erupting your blood around chrome balustrade
fronted traffic environmental zone
poured through languid song
in the City of London,
it is business to be fingertipped
this is life from the Alpha Testing System
condemns you to Good over Evil, Life over Death
&chicanes are both Good & Evil
like a blockade keg is a still from the viewpoint
where the sun shuts a boot collapsed to face
&your spawn will bare the title
The Hon'bles to my twitching muzzle hardtype
or to have a wish repealed
helping people lift themselves out of poverty
are swollen patches in the corners
where your lips meet & make an angle
the boundary between public & private O
O laburnums wrapped in Glencore-mined metals
as I ate workloads to hissing canisters outside
&smiled ruck & to unspelling our conserves
Peter Baron Cruddas,
I hunger despot tears in vermin tracery spoiled
colourless i crawl through the flue of your throat
the separations not for privies alone
& the mob outside your childhood home
whilst you are piss craved on bended knee
for Tory clubhouse insignia
uncircle this night of wetrooms
of suck & stoles of self-refunded woodpiles
hope is self-combustible
shouting at the appalling sky
Baron Cruddas on bent knee
this night cries back
fetishcries from heart’s disguise
the edge of nothing
strike down to my soul here tomorrow today
helping people to lift themselves up out of
& stay out & go hireling
& strip off get emetic in light sacrifices
to no starlings grace the mock air of a lined glen
whimper through ‘Abide With Me’ or bleeding out a stone
a loud scree Rishi a mothball belly collapses
&I saw feral boys wandering
with cracked heads all reckless with stones
& things like that Dido Harding, you see her
after a cyber attack a Malware crash button Hepatitis B
or something revealing the details
of a million petalled faces
anonymity is sacred
Cedric, Epaulette, Falcon, Rochester,
Waterford, Yeastvite & Zara deboned
all in dark outside clipping,
we thought we saw it moving
to relieve suffering Dido Harding in the carbine ellipse
is anything representing a motorcade
in hate ricked with a heart of shrapnel
our little empty lanyards dangle
out Serfton archangel partly swollen,
as hours never die softly
in a rentiers ring-a-rosie
to all the broad acres
of Kennington Common formerly enclosing
with other armholes such as larch & paste
My hon.
landowner crimps menials &tendon maturities end to end
trespass on land& you will be kicked hard
one inch below the heart,
no doctor will console you
no doctor will defend your blood gargling
from overflowing in the corner your mouth meets
as the night downs
upon a blundered pane of glass
a mirrored grey
sallow face appearing
kissing all the while the back of your now dead neck
thumbing & fingering
Michael Richard Weatherley
summoned the whole of canting arms
otherwise known as LASPO
as per Weatherley's law terms were made, helmet sowed
in favour of corporate body closed holes
was an enclosure was by those who acted together
was united in one person was before the sovereign
when any lord shall enter Parliaments chamber
to assign to him his place, according his dignity
& degree, to carry the ensign of said order
for the offence of abstracting electricity,
or climbing through an open window
knocked the maximum sentence or
cordoned scrap my die-sinker
you revel in & say
the plans are ready & the builders fingers
are itching but the old corroding we
must work closely with local enforcement authorities
my eyebrows drop with rubber truncheons
& it is late & my soul is dark
until they bled trampled pavements I leaned against,
looked in.
My hon. Fiend will
throw pails you shied away from
smiling quietly for you only I tear a balance sheet
to leave a property within 24 hours
