this planet earth this space jewel- its like i grabbed the wrong flavour crisps in the corner shop and i opened them now and cant take them back you know ? but eat them anyway under a cloudless sky of clear cyanide blue
the young guy in the corner shop dont like dogs at all hates it if they get in there even if theyre tiny or old so sometimes i will carry them out for him when i am in there squinting at the headlines and buying crisps and rizla i dump them on the pavement where he will watch them on his cctv with a wary eye after i firmly closed the door
poets ! write like youd talk like how youd explain whatever to someone maybe clean it up like for a child or a parent or dumb it down for dockers we're talking inclusion keep it real - corner shop real / aldi real bad job / good job divorce and love real but loose some LIKES and some WHATEVERS and slang is AOK if you dont depend on it for cheap effect dont fake it is what i'm saying - keep the jargon on the downlow use words you already know - we're not salesmen or lawyers ! this is NO CON ! throw flowers on the bones of course if they are good bones but dont stuff the skull with bouquets and dont forget this should be the common ground of understandable usable truisms for sick kings and hardy paupers alike