Fuck You Very Much

 Now I’m pissing in the wind
our poetry’s in the bin
You’re a waste of space Mr Heckler
A tramps foreskin
Your mother’s vigina’s shaped like a wizard’s sleeve
Her scampi scented lips
Just make me want TO heave
Your cannon fodder
For the powers that be
Sleep with your daddy’s sister
You got the IQ of a flea
A bull terrier in one hand
A special brew in the other
Marching down the street
You look like Adolf Hitler’s brother.
You whinge and complain
But you get nothing done
You’re a bully and a fascist
People’s misery makes you cum
So let’s hear your poetry
You drunken waste of space
Your dad should have done us all a favour
And finished on your mothers face.


With a smile like Michael Barrymore’s cum face
And the manners of a pubic louse
Maybe you should drown on your pint of fosters
And fuck off back to your house.
You’re like a vulture preying on poets and sparrows
Cracking open are bones and drinking are marrow.
You devour are words like a piss taking cannibal
You look like the sort of guy who would beg for sex after raping an animal
Behind closed doors you dress like a maddona and guzzle down chard any
While watching downtown abbey and listening to sade
You’re like a ball sack on a flagpole blowing in the wind
A detached asshole, unable to scream
These poems take weeks to write
Months elapse to get them right
With your halitosis breathe stinking like a cum stain on your fathers vest
It’s clear to us you’re nothing more than a complete waste of human flesh
And when the idea of sleep becomes alluring, take this advice
Next time you cross the road, don’t bother looking
With your and hand grasped  on your puny unit
And saliva dripping down your spunk stained crutch
You’ve been a wonderful audience
Fuck you very much.