Please keep your distance

Don’t send me back 

To chewing gum lane

To the broken glass wind 

the frosted pane 

Don’t make me go there 

just for a lark 

To punish my sins 

satanic mill dark

The roundabouts break you 

The coppers are loaded 

Wilkinsons goad you 

It tis shit this 

Anagram pie

Memento morbid 

Piss yellow sky 

Stink bomb betrothal 

Cultists despise 

Inherent disapproval 

Of working class lives 

Don’t send me back 

To London London 

With its acid attacks

And it’s mono-opinion 

Don’t make me go there 

Not for a joke 

With my out of date hair 

I’m Bigly unwoke 

The ship heeple stare

@unprogrammed bloke 

I am my corpse 

Least favourite me 

Let then be a pox

On all that was be 

When I’m in England 

Bitch like as not 

The pylons expand 

They’re ringing with snot 

Pub step and bong

Don’t send me back

I’m glad to be gone

Don’t live in that lack

The cobbled indignance 

The swell of delusion 

Please keep your distance 

Your plume of effluvia

Your dripping and bread 

Don’t beckon me to ya 

I’d rather be anywhere out of this world

instead.

5/3/20