Testament

Testament

Provider of words to wiser than us, repent of leisure

charmed to forward on these fucklets with pleasure,

a beaming faced, sweat patch snorter of cheeky grin,

this Robin Reliable, latent all-nighter, countless chins,

multi voiced perforators of forty two-ply arse-paper,

fat twin yolker, chain smoker, serialised see you later

yoo-hoo, all see through stuffed black bra and bag,

mufti, tufty, roughty and plumper, flapping tits sag,

with freebie degree in nothing useless, stack heeled

military misstep, eight-some reel fat snatch and feel

broom stick it up her stiff back, twister, could crack

full frog throated one-two coughdrop, drip snot hack

pouter, lippy flouter, geisha sack-slack slipper shuffler,

phoned in dressage twin mirror, full length pose hustler

kiss-kiss, bang-bang, ah come here, pussy pussy pussy,

dinkie-doo strap-on handbag, bushy black and pushy,

slick shoe tongued specs, baccarat ham spanked spiv,

took decades to spunk up this towering inferno quiff,

Joe 90 minus eighty-nine squared, framed white light

caught out, caught in, weak grin gob-smacked fright,

pimpled, pink thousand island dressing skin disease,

wallpaper gumboil pasted mattress if you don’t please,

off the peg sicknotes, photocopied his piles, brave look,

Kellogg’s crispy sunshine skin-flakes on tables shook,

in scabies corner, Old Nick in shape of woman, whips

hate for breakfast, hate for lunch, hubble-bubbles shit

storms over Avalon, over anywhere, plots in piss-pots

taking notes, sharing quotes, scans those envious snot

green bustle-bottom eyes on what had been overlooked,

forgotten, unsigned, filed, datestamped; gathers to cook

plots, energetic work-avoidance schemes, sees it linger

from beneath her sheets; stirs it, stirs it with her finger.

Call them back, take them home, with recommendation:

fickle fuckwits our true testament to all fallen nations.