August 2011

Just squiggle that’s all

Just squiggle that’s all
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I bought the boss his robe; made him it last week. He cries; ‘I don’t wish to wear blue today. I’m not paying him.’
I played music for the lovers; they’d paid in complaints.
I said to the man behind the checkout: ‘you look nice to day.’ He replied, ‘you coming on to me?’ and punched my arse to the ground.
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I squiggled on the wall for free. The men over looking got paid to shout out ‘Get a squiggle on. We’ve got a meeting with our Oxford brothers at 2pm.’