god bless animals

in cold comfort he cages the words in code

the better to hide behind me dears

cages the words to secret the meaning

and loose the verb that has no feeling

but the climb up his arse is a long rope

and he spends many a day there

studying his d&g like a bible

like a bible full of tripe and trip wire

with the intent of becoming intellectual.

intellectual my fat backside me dears

oh for the blush of cruel animals

that acts with instinct

and hates with passion

anything better than the semaphor of prose

anything better than that pretension.

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