Wretched gritty scab!
A Red mite burrowing into its decided crowd,
annoying hosts with chicken belches
of cordless mutter and idle observations.
Foul to me ~
thou copper swilled swine!
Orange tanned wart-pig
snouting into the parcels of society
that tickle the nancy heartsrings.
Abandon truth in favour of masked charade,
trading iron streaks for sack hearted minstrels
to blend like pinheads into mud.
A pious mass of freckles ~
wilting in the refuge of crooked affinity,
die slow young mutton.
And here endeth that tragedy;
a story of an empty fist
shattering like tears over mourning grounds.
No more a spirit in the space of prison bars
but a doughy slab encased in brick
and poured into a bitter dung.
Parody with callous edges,
a silly little satan...
@Steven Francis poems 2010
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
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