Notes composed in a Stoke-on-Trent Consultation training course.
John stole a pig, made
it a suit and released it
in a bank. Satire.
‘Mick the Drink’ was a
lollipop man. Freelance. He
worked the M7.
What’s the deal with
sad-eyed old men who never
look you in the eye?
You’re a balloon full
of poo. Surface taught and thin.
When you pop, shit flies.
“I’m the big man of
Nottingham” he screamed, as he
clothes-lined the Mayor.
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