I’M A POET NO ONE KNOWS IT I WROTE ‘LACHRYMOSE’ ON YELLOW POST-ITS AND WAS COMATOSE IN MONOCHROME LIT HEAD SHOULDERS KNEES AND MAN TITS A MASK SO WORN DOWN MY FACE SHOWS IT I HAD A BANK ACCOUNT AND CLOWNS JUST CLOSED IT RATTLED BY TWATTED LAD-BRO-BRITS SHAFTED BY SHARDS RAG-DOLLED BY PALACE POLIS THERE’S ME BABBLING BUBBLES OF TROUBLED RUBBLE BOLLOCKS I WOULD PROPOSE

THIS BLOODY NOSE HIT A CLOTHESLINE MADE OF VERBOSE HOSE - SHIT BETWEEN FLOWS I SEE THE GHOSTS QUIT HAUNTING THOSE THAT FLAUNT VIDEOS SIT DOWN YOU’RE SCARING THE KIDS WITH YOUR TOS-AND-FROS INNIT I’M FROZE AND BIT SURELY NOT FRIGHTENED BY A WALTZ, MISTER SHOSTAKOVICH? LETS MAKE A MINT WITH THESE STINTS OF WIT - LO AND BEHOLD ITS POINTLESS HOISTING FOISTED WORDS I’VE JOISTED I’M DONE AND DUSTED STUNNED YET RELISHED WITH MUSTARD A HELLISH BRUSH I’M CRUSHED AND TOSSED WITH BOSSED AROUND AND BURNT TO HOVIS TOAST - FIT ROUND PEG IN SQUARE HOLE - I ONCE BOASTED I’M A POET NO ONE KNOWS IT HEAD SHOULDERS KNEES AND BLOWS IT THE FUCK UP