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First Person Singular
Created by Midnight Krishna
A trouser of lies
I need stronger herbicide
Heatwave weeds increase
Bobert K Blob
darkest sickest place
and there I find you waiting
sitting calm, cross-legged
Smoketrap
Dark, warm, wet desires
I yearn to share with you these
Matters left unsaid
Peitho
'I'm a free spirit'
You won't get away with it
You piece of spir-shit.
PJ Portobello
I'm not a robot
Let me reiterate that
I do sometimes doubt
Keyboard Worrier
The counter is full
The drugs are of all colours
I like my own bed
Speed Trap
Good evening my love
Flaming anus of my heart
I'll see you later
You Talking About My Arse
We will meet again
I can't tell you where or when
In a chilly clinch
Virile Lynne
I pay them peanuts
and fit and foam when they work
like Barbary apes
Big Sea Conservative
I like it when you
Close my door when you do that
You barn-born bad boy
The Liberated Landlady
tethered to a stump
I watch the picnic unfold:
cocked tails and porked pies
Mustafa Negg
amend pudenda?
I'd circumcise their haloes;
pious fucking pricks
Ra Suhl
Men want to be him
Women want to be with him
I am on his mind
Spunky Nancy
I sit with husbands
Full of tits, I touch the men
'Accidentally'
Single White Female
This is my fit wife.
Get wood. View our rough sex games.
I am Bombadil.
Tantrik Wanc
Who the heck is Joe?
Why is he sending me signs?
I am more worthless
Ultimate Snatch
if I were a bloke
people would think I was hot
just coz I'm funny
Anne Robinson
What's that you've got there?
I am by no means up for
anal fissure fun
Radley Shivers
bread and circuses
is it any great wonder
I gaze at the floor?
Juvenal Wanglefroth
Vegetable peeler
That ancient of drawers, well-worn
I choose you my friend
Coriander Rathbone
We've all got problems
I've beef with the government
Porking the people
Nick Bangedup
I'll add you to my
Vast animal collection
Caged in the desert
The Cornlord
Just-fucked. Bye Grandma.
I just feel so empty now.
My cheeks remember.
Carotid Dissolved
Virtue signalling
I'm gonna feed a beggar
Watch! I'm a hero
D. Influencer
I worked with soldiers
Me, them, weekly stable treat
Older now, unshamed
Malcolm eggs
Llama saliva
I have avoided the sun
Melanoma chance
Bobert K Blob
you say banana
fantastic inflorescence
I say bañana
FrootBois
sideburns i have known
never once felt more alive
oh, the box of hair
Claudette Power
cupboard full of pipes
i wouldn't if i were you
keep it down good sir
Ted Hughes
still night in July
foxes dancing on grave stones
I kiss my first frog
Anon
She smelled of chip fat
and the stale reek of abuse –
I chose to just sleep
Morris Northcote
Medway style haiku:
I once shagged a drunk fat bird
then i had a fight.
Frater Xii Irrumabo
I like my women
like i like my poetry,
short, dark and dirty.
Frater Xii Irrumabo
August sun shines bright
time to ignite the dust motes
I open some doors
Morris Northcote
black loafers, white socks
we toast an idol passing
I moonwalk home, drunk
Maiku Jackson
snow is falling hard
I shall make a huge snowman –
after sleep that is
Sonarfox
Power cut again
I pitch in dark kitchen
No bedtime cocoa
Morris Northcote
sick bear hibernates
silent mass awaiting spring
watching dark windows
Ra Suhl
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