Friday, June 7, 2019


Have you noticed Amanda Redman's scar?
It runs down her bicep to her forearm
Like she's been burnt with lead or tar or
Scalding boiling water
We know Bob Dylan cannot sing
But his vocal range is not the thing
That made the faithful wander in
And kneel at the feet of this Messiah

The dice are thrown, the charts are set
I'm north and east, you're south and west
I'd draw you out but you'd suck me
Back into you
I have a chest, I have a bum
And the saltine tang of my pre-cum
Resting clear upon your tongue
Will leave you in no doubt
as to my gender

"I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
In the pub down by the sea
He sang it true he set it free
And something deep inside me
Flew off to you

Like I knew you
Just like I knew you
Like I knew you
Just like I knew you

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