Saturday, 11 March 2017

poem : a mad woman


i fed the birds on the bridge on my way down
offending an angry tramp
you should be feeding me not the birds !
does he really want a bag of stale crusts ?

anyway who would listen to a mad woman ?

my neighbour sounds like nothing on earth
blood curdling noises involving a child
screaming no daddy no …
like a demonic alien

anyway who would listen to a mad woman ?

Sir so and so gave us a meditation
a whole hour concentrating on our crotches
still i don't see how a slag like me can complain
whats the difference ?

anyway who would listen to a mad woman ? 










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