satan claws has come to town

Bitten by a kitten, smitten
digit fidget - feckin' eejit
snug hug, face embrace
scratch or snatch? scratch or snatch?

my new philosophy

proem

there's poetry and there's prose one comes flowing from out of my bum the other comes streaming from my nose then there's the in-between the unpunctuated rhyme of phrases and words in a skilled practioners hands golden in mine im afraid they're lumpy turds now get ye to bangalore because there is a man whom words were made for and never again will you darken my door except to regret that you never managed to teach me to rhyme properly or end sentenc