Short Sulphate Poems

Old Man, all alone
remembering his bawling baby, being sick
and of spotty girls with golden hair
daydreaming of pink blancmange and pies


Friday nights
once he was a lad full of brass
punching the sulphate air
His wrongs as horny as cover

The autumn leaves  intertwine
The still sleeper
with no clocks to chime
The night ascends
broken by the screeching  owl...

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At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys, 
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!...

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