Remmesgate (for Justin Adams)
The Boulder gathers as it rolls downhill
whilst a commodities trader drinks
Ruddles out of a toby jug
the cliffs of England Stand
where the party banner tow lines
become wrapped
around your ranine throat
and you go down
covered in mayo
your ‘peoples army’
with garden hoses
are too slow
and I’ll do it again
from the largest wetherspoons in the world
