The shuffle

Tuesday once more into the bleach my friends and hope that this day ends quite cleanly. ‘Do you mean me?’ if the cap fits grin and wear it. I could tear this apart not even start sink into the hole go back on the dole but why would I do that? Because you’re a twat?…

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Poem 11

The barking dog outside is called Spot and like all Spots he really annoys me I’ve probably upset Spot by saying that but like all Spots he’ll forget me and go on barking. I forget who I am Spot does not and remembers when it’s dinner time just to be awkward he’s stopped barking now…

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