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I heard you say

 

You said there’s mice 

inside my shoes so now 

I smack them on the 

floor, 

You told me not to pick my 

nose so now I 

snot along the wall,

You tell me all these funny things that 

raise me drain 

me to the floor, I think I’d 

hate your silly 

guts if I didn’t 

love them more, 

Each time you swear at 

me and call 

me silly names, 

Or show your teeth and 

swear to me our 

lives will never be 

the same, I think that

you are 

beautiful and

human-made, 

like a 

silly little 

spick and spittle 

shitty 

paper aeroplane.

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Lotto 

 

Five-Thousand pounds, All 

the things I could do, Like 

forget to flush the toilet 

and leave all of my poo 

behind for all my 

enemies and 

friends to find like 

the culprit of a 

crappy crime

 

Maybe I would take 

you there, 

Just make 

you watch 

so I can 

stare 

into your 

eyes and 

in breaking 

yours I’ll build my pride

 

I will build a house 

somewhere with lots of 

glass and lots of stone and 

A pleasant growing garden 

home where all my friendly garden 

Gnomes will stand and stay until I move 

my hand one day and send them to another place for the pleasure of my grassy 

space,

And all who come and all who stay will rave about the matinee that other lesser men have made for the pleasure of my grassy space and all who come and all who stay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bright Sparks 

 

Maybe I won't be a 

NEET anymore when 

I’m shot by a 

Drone and my spleen’s on the 

Floor.

You can read the poems that I 

Write in 

Memoriam of my awful 

Life that was 

Awfully ended when I 

Awfully died 

alone in some 

Field with one hand on 

My spleen and one hand on 

My knife, I’ll 

Carve in the ground my 

Will and last testament, Of the 

Things that I

liked and why I

Decided to leave

Education just 

to awfully die

for the birth of a nation.