what day begins this well
i'm musing on today
a midday
lit-say
on writing
then the screaming:
'i told you i hate you!
i told you i hate you!
you can bugger off!
you can bugger off!
go to hell and stay there!
go to hell and stay there!'
she spits it out
rhythmically
making hate while
the sun shines
this flat life has its ups and downs
i tell my girl hunter has killed himself
and she says
i don't think i like writers
and she says
that i laugh at the funniest things
lumpy news i agree
but it's better than
a double bill murder at the local
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