Saturday, March 7, 2015

"fruitless", she said as I

"fruitless", she said as I
walked past the drip-dry local
steward shop of cantankerous
sausages and freeze dried
onion boots - made to order
from escape to planet of the
ops (we live there now…) so
fill up your glass with
a pint of B.P.'s finest
Ail-ment for no excuse
remedy and those commercial
- just heinous lying bastards.

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