04-24-2013, 05:06 AM
The wirld is cankard, rott'n n' bleedin from all its slashed'n torn out vanes;
we, you an'me, we live on scabs that crack beneath our fungus'd feet.
An' oo cares? Yer all insane.
Ah once knew what ah was up agin. You was younger then, 'n sweet
as vurgin's milk; an' I sucked yuh till yer tits ran dry an' yuh had nowt more.
Now all that's gone..a empty teet.
The's bin a year or two since then, fuck the sods 'oo brought'us war!
Ah only got a gut of hate, as if ah needed more to loathe.
Oo' cares? No bugger, any more!
The pox is on us all 'oo screw an'oo get screwed, ah must suppose.
So what's the pleshure left in life, what's the point at all?
Yuh shag around, yuh get a dose.
Ay, get me dead and get me out oh this oozin', festrin' pit.
You bastards oo' are skimmin' it
can lick my arse; try rimmin it!
Ah've ad' enough, ah'm wingin' it,
you can'ave this crock o'shit!
tectak
2005
A repost in memoriam. 20th anniversary. John Miles Longden. Poet and friend. Died 1993
we, you an'me, we live on scabs that crack beneath our fungus'd feet.
An' oo cares? Yer all insane.
Ah once knew what ah was up agin. You was younger then, 'n sweet
as vurgin's milk; an' I sucked yuh till yer tits ran dry an' yuh had nowt more.
Now all that's gone..a empty teet.
The's bin a year or two since then, fuck the sods 'oo brought'us war!
Ah only got a gut of hate, as if ah needed more to loathe.
Oo' cares? No bugger, any more!
The pox is on us all 'oo screw an'oo get screwed, ah must suppose.
So what's the pleshure left in life, what's the point at all?
Yuh shag around, yuh get a dose.
Ay, get me dead and get me out oh this oozin', festrin' pit.
You bastards oo' are skimmin' it
can lick my arse; try rimmin it!
Ah've ad' enough, ah'm wingin' it,
you can'ave this crock o'shit!
tectak
2005
A repost in memoriam. 20th anniversary. John Miles Longden. Poet and friend. Died 1993