A poem inspired by a trip to Australia, London and Noel Fielding’s art.
Shit-off, what a nightmare,
there’s a cockroach on my shoulder!
What a ludicrous way to live your life,
a giant rat just ran across the hall way,
not exactly value for money.
And I ask myself, “Is this actually what’s going to happen?”
The cleaner looks at me, “I’m having a nightmare” I reply,
what I want is edible glitter, unicorns, platform boots and rock n’ roll,
not an over the top tourist trap and a licensed bandit in a taxi.
What a berk.
Fuck off…
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