I Blar, in the lair of a celebrity Beagle hunter
a lurker in corridors fluff-blooded primetime
recently redundant duff driver of the trust

patient transport service I have presided over
grotesque injustices you, pick up flu hoodwink
say fled mi hood wink who hood wink mi self

a loose few review the new so socialising crew
keeping my own respect solidarity no company
a rambler, naked in my own cells hidden by

totality did not match any relevant documents.
Destination Freedom the improper newsletter
of the unenquiring National ambient bourgeoisie

an invocation of hand-held portable lie
detector forming lumpy girdle breathing debt
consolidation with a Christian perspective.

I Blar the sugar-dusted Tony for the best
ward off bling-bling as a bit-part Glock
18 player shot in the new age of mythology.

Crow floats across pit¹s shadow fabricating
soap from the dead worm in an arrogant ham
silence and assured prurience of the clams

making the sound of a cat chewing a bee and
flash-mobbing the neighbour¹s soft skills
welcoming third party access to my body rips

Bla Bla. I poored that wine to toast demi-
clotisation as an opportune ideological cover
for my closet friend¹s interplanetary aims.

Why so, too many people want a figurehead
³I¹m Sparticles!!² in sharing power I pity
the people their recreational masochism.

Towards straws of evidence in respect of
which I stand accursed being insufficiently
critical blah, the pages that turned into me
where infertile women and impotent men come
to seek their cures, I am, Blair, blood-clotting
Blur-eau-crat [sic] distributor of Œtorture-lite¹

an air-brushed quarrel-keeper of the totality
corpse that is the conquering pigeon of English
a language set come rampant heritage roast

from a joyless wind-yard flapped imp O Bleary
stuff and talk talk about a strip of muff dirty
in a whistle-stop blaiser of weariness deserted

putting out the books. Not as if they were on
fire, but the milk off humane kindness from
a dessicated breast on the altar of expediency

pawning facts at the end of the day to people
seeing what they want to hear, putting one foot
in front of the other, hey look George a dragon

of liking to eat a banana to shit a banana the
unidigested truth which to grieve in pieces
revealing an identity of the utmost clarity

so fluent here today, its icy grip on the hot
button with snow and lightning from the light
grey independent referee left hanging in the air