polished the dust for the umpteenth week
stripped and waxed the aspidistras
rifled through pocket fluff for promises
found none and was disappointed to
have the sad ears ripped right out of my best jeans
a strange lie masks the strangled invective bleat
garbled across the dreaded centre stage
hard-done-by tales of tired old Jones mouthed as
stagnant pond water pours at bound feet
from the pissing fawning vultures
the clever knot tightens with each struggling second
round a tight white calf lassoed and hauled
- quick pour the burning shampoo in its eyes
animal testing is never the problem
it’s stumbling around the cure that causes untold distress
as you charge on to the bloodiest of all Corridas
with bankrupt stubby quickened fingers
fountain pen spears like feathered banderillas
protrude and yet I stand here cold unaffected
always brighter than any version of you
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