Category Archives: Worst poetry

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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Patronising All Over

Is this a passive aggressive “gift”? God he looks as hideous as he sounds. Is that a leather fucking tie? Just wait until book burning season comes round again.

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Outrage Sunday 151 Ode to an Airport Trolley in the Carpark

Here, among the businesslike grass, this trundler from the interminable carpet, a welcome that wobbled, now guttered in front of me dead. Confounded by the Belmont dross – these taxis, budget of dew – only you rolled through the duty … Continue reading

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Fully ticketed

I’m now a commended haiku writer as seen here! I have already adjusted my CV. The winners are here. Morning ginko anyone?

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