Category Archives: Worst poetry

Outrage Sunday 305 verge meeting

The four horsemen of the Apocalypse After a bloody trip to The Wine Box Had tempranillo and barbeque chips, Wanted to chill out, kick back, and detox. But they had been usurped on Fortune Street By The Voice quartet and … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 294 the munted wheelbarrow

I found this intensely enraging. Why not just say 18 new bays on the other side. I am just a simple jerbalist – maths is hard! – but this sign is wrong anyway. I bet that tuckpoint-rougher Bento would say … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 284 there can be no true beauty without decay

I met a man who met a man on the ferry: He said he didn’t get it, and was very Well-dressed in important attitudes; he said he Wanted a brand-new shining thing across the sea. We conspired to meet later … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 252 Barrack Street

As I walked busily down Barrack Street Talking on my phone, vital things to do Thinking of what to say and who to meet I noticed a man who’s legs were askew. People surged, looked away, and stepped around Four … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 246 great things

I want to do great things: I really do. Such as eating the right food: understand? And I don’t want the bad things to get through. I hate the random; I prefer the planned. Why say sorry for wanting to … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 243 an uncrowded toilet

The slate’s cold tile is richly grey Sharp as a straining gland, A loo is flushing, people swing Washing up their hands. But Cott’s hands, or Mossy Park’s Snatch and catch and grope: A fellow cannot disembark With trolleys at … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 241 The Kiss of the Sun

One of my associates had a fine time at the theatre. Tickets, cars, water features, private chef: they will all be mine thanks to this excellent ad on an early right-hand page in Teh West this week. This advice seems … Continue reading

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