( go for it … ) a little piss-take of a poet i had a run-in with a while ago
they’re about as intense as a w.i cake sale really
( but don’t tell them that )
( anyway, here’s the poem )
fuck this inane shit let's be intense we'll rattle cages we'll leap off the fence with bloodied word blades hellfire in our mouths shudder world shudder we'll sort 'em all out ( so ) don't write of sunshine & things that please us 'stead write of angels skull-fucking jesus malignant shadows our darkness is dense it surrounds all - yeah this shit is intense ...