this poem
can be
for / about / at / up
anything . . .
scripted weeping
top 5 stolen foods
best looking teens
the poor whales
rude cities
unclaimed jackpots
bird strike costs
bodies found in a belfast home
the poor poor whales
& thats just half
of page 2
in an old newspaper
i added whales twice
its my poem
& they deserve better
my point is
empty freedoms gutless balls
make a mess
like this is
change the filter out
lock shit down
f o c u s
back to
kung fu
in a
phone box
my own
open g
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