Written in the mid 1990s, I found this in a pile of papers and transcribed it here.
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I sit alone in my box.
I have always been in the box. Enclosed in a few cubic metres of air.
I can feel the pressure of my breathing, in and out. My pulse beats, I can hear the rhythm of the blood thrumming in my ears. It’s a soothing noise. Continue reading “Box (a short story)”
There once was a horrible slug
Who was round and fat as a pug
She lost all her friends
To achieve her own ends
And now she goes out with a bug
(I found this in a pile of papers dating back to 1995.)
A rare bit of prose from my perspective
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I’m really quite laid back and chilled
All my friends are fantastic people
But my ‘nice’ prose is always unfulfilled
And my attempts at ‘pleasant’ is feeble Continue reading “Total bosh (a poem)”
All I can say is, don’t get into an argument with someone who is both a total git and a philosophy major. It will end in your own tears of frustration.
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If only you could in anyway be
Even half awesome as me
Taking to me is a such a pleasure
You’ll want to do it at your leisure
Check out the fantab things I write
If you don’t agree, I’ll know it’s spite Continue reading “Logic (a poem)”
Written to describe a relationship
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“As long as I know it’s all coming from you”
Is something you’ve a need to explain
Decisions you choose to own are few
It gives you the right to have them to blame Continue reading “Blame (a poem)”
Written on behalf of someone who is obsessed
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I deserve a little baby
I want one right now
To hold tight against me
You won’t regret it, I vow Continue reading “Waiting for the baby – prose”
standing up to misogyny gets you into trouble from the misogynists
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She is not surprised
When the hatred begins
Initially it was fine till
she spoke against their sins Continue reading “Standing up (a poem)”
I know people who actually think this
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He sticks his dick in crazy sauce
That’s his main lament
No sane girl tends to sleep with him
I’m sure you’ve heard him vent Continue reading “Crazy sauce (A Poem)”
We all know someone like this
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She had a really bad childhood
I thought you ought to know
So when she fucks you over
Just sit back and take the blow Continue reading “Don’t ask her (a poem)”
This poem was written because the defense to someone’s crappy actions was ‘he’s just a deep thinker! Total. Bollocks.
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Because he’s a really deep thinker
It seems that he’s often unfair
But all of his time is spent thinking
He does not have time to care Continue reading “The Deep Thinker (a poem)”
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