round city ride
it is not as it was. it is now stronger and a little bit cooler.
like your mum.
oh real mature. another stroke of genius at the hour of creativity.
peak performance this.
spitting out the emotional gold coin rush beyond this face laden machine.
whenever the emotional run up in turmoil, forever driving the face to snot, the fingers ring up in pain not knowing where torn.
crumple that sodden face in.
go on say the wrong thing, provoke me into a show of alpha malehood.
let me assert my existence you coward.
simmer down there chip, i have another fish to fry and, the pot is on the boil.
the kettle rather.
another cuppa on the way if you ahh be neeeding it.
say the word and the word will set your spirit free.
don't get all soft cock n my arse.
this ain't meant not meaning. the layabout monkey with those mighty fine powers of signification gets all wrapped in his headspin of concept and linkages.
like to find a nice piece of lead pipe to bend over that head.
still spitting out a dribble of oil at every rotation.
leave little rainbow marks where standing stile permitte.
have a go you lsimey schmuck, grease traps and slippery back end.