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With Reasonable Force

 

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

Never did me no harm.

It’s what we called a ‘good hiding’.

How else are they gonna learn?

You’ll feel the back of my hand, young man.

I’ll box your ears for sure.

I reserve the right to use reasonable force

to physically punish the small.

 

I refuse to see the irony,

recycling of violence,

desensitizing little kids,

stampi...

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Manspreader Ha-cha-cha-cha

 

Hey Billy Big Balls,

spreading on the seat,

just how much space does one man need?

Did you buy two tickets,

one for each knee?

‘Cause they’re taking up the space that my legs need.      

 

Hey Billy Big Balls,

spreading on the train,

such a vast sack must cause great pain.

Have you been to the doctor,

or had them examined?

They shouldn’t be the size of a ca...

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The Ties That Bind

 

Fur coat, no knickers.

No better than she ought to be.

Common as muck.

Too clever for her own good.

 

Slung out lines to stunt and mould,

ensure she doesn't reach her goals.

Keep her tight inside a box,

locked away from greatness.

 

Slappers, tarts, MILFs and cougars,

girl next door with Page 3 hooters,

sluts and slags and dirty bitches,

fried egg tits a...

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Napowrimo 2019

Immaterial

 

Because our blue-lit journey took us into A and E,

then obs on a proper ward,

I didn’t clear drawers containing sailor whites or flags.

It wasn’t me that sorted photographs,

twenty sets of dentures, broken glasses,

or all the empty bottles that he’d stashed beneath the bed.

Because I’d pleasepleasepleased to the hospital with you,

all I got to see were empty rooms.

 

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Napowrimo 2019

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