and this year the children are - point ought six - cleverer
and two sangwiches stoopider - in old money
last night the sea rose four inches
- and then went out again -
but I still waved the placard
handed to me by an earnest man
who if he had ever found the slightest hint of god
would have devoted his life to the sandwich board
I'm a millionaire - off the app I wrote
that makes people believe they are a kardashian
(not that I know who they are)
ok I'm being sued
since the timeline on the app
is 1915
and lot's of folks are being herded into syria?
(excuse my up-speaking)
- at any moment I will break into vocal fry
- for the sex change I am not about to have -
- in order to promote the book
I am going to write - or have written for me -
- about how women have it bad -
and my decision to hang onto my medals
SNP FOR ENGLAND
- did you hear me in tuscany polly -
it's the genuinely poor talking
no I thought not
and you can fuck off mr staines
The Blue Book
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