Footsteps tread a deadly underworld,

My name is Melissa; dark syllabic wine my

            addiction of choice

 

Lyrical ecstasy exploding emotions

 

On a wet dark night the pyjama poets

            circle and talk of death to all men

You can never be truly free, unless

            trapped in a lift

 

Last time I went to Middlewood way, we got stuck

            behind a snow plough for two hours and the least

said about Nigel the better then

 

The screams are always silent

 

Sweaty bare bums could be Fun there again to good

to be true!!! As chased by electric sailors…

 

The rim tipped chipped by the years of the crippled sniff

under the racing sea sick moon

 

A dandy gets sozzled on vino de Verse