Monday, 26 October 2015


My Favourite Punch Lines (a randomized prose poem)

Here come the bloody lions. I can see your house from up here. No, never, of course, I was a member of the SS. No, I said she was fucking Goofy. My, that’s a big word for a nine-year-old. Just one, but the light bulb has to really want to change. The trouble with eating rabbit. What the fuck do you think? Do you honestly think I wished for a 12-inch pianist? Then it must be your feet. Because I’m fucking freezing! Fish! The fifth one ducked. But I’m staph.

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