Just five hours’ sleep, a miserable cold
Wet day, and to cap it all, my speakers
Won’t work. That’s it. The universe could fold -
I couldn’t be more depressed. Universe
Schmuniverse. Schwarzeknickers. Nosepickers
All’s static, but appears fluid. Fluid
Appears, then disappoints. Friendly fuckers
Fire at will. Kill King Bill. Little girl hid
Under mattress like worthless savings. Did
You buy shares? Ho ho. Merry Christmas! Told
You. Spend spend spend before the end. Dear sirs -
Fuck off, the lot of you. Careful, you’ll skid
Under that bus. Pussy eye. I must hold
On. Maybe tomorrow will come. Per verse
Thur 4 Dec 2008
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