Monday, 6 April 2009

untitled - marcus slease

choked by the river
jonsing for a dowdy
clime you my very
serotonin downloading
say yeah my native
groins we’ve got
the seasoned
stammer no need
to get dreamy to get
outside of London
our ears will pop
this England will sail yes
yes glancing at the
straights I’m still
a thief maybe a bit of
naughty is it a big start is it
a speaking part
fancy pants I don’t understand
this natural glam he lives
who once was dead oh Jesus
with keen beheadings a bit
of the crazies a bit of
wobly foreheads a bit
oh teeth!

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