LOCAL
in my local
little poetry group
South London leafy
all net curtains
cul-de-sacs
so genteel
so middle class
where if
anyone dared
to write a word
in a poem
stronger than
say
'damn'
or 'blast'
they all
start to roll their eyes
start to tut tutter
maybe titter
soon witter
so embarrassed
so fuck them!
pmcmanus
r605
dedicated to Andy
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