Friday, 9 April 2010

RIP

No fucking way, svengali, with your
tartan-top shred-leg pantyhose and
two-fingers-up-ma'am chords. Conniver,
swindler, orchestrator of outrage, you tried
to twiddle the strings of the marionettes
but they fought back, like Pinocchio,
and bit off your nose.

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