~
wake-up poem by some pisspot-poet or other
…
begin begin
the opening part
act one scene one
the dawn of start
the cock has crowed
then died on his arse
there is no script
it's shit not art
it's not a song
there aren't any words
the cock? piffle
there are no birds
just make it up
go on - have a splurge
mar blank a4
with bastard verse
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