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Damn

WILD FLOWER HUNTRESS

It’s hundreds and thousands of moments of teeth grinding endurance

While franticly patching together mismatched scraps of living,

And stitching them tight together by a thin but unbreakable thread of thanks…

It’s the scream-from-a-mountain-top kind of explosion of loving

While scrambling against floods of impatience as they rip new courses,

Defying containment by long established, stable river beds…

It’s a dirty, bloody, stressful, damp and shitty onslaught

By a hungry, gorgeous and guiltless army of your own creation…

It’s a terrible blessing, a wondrous curse, this honour, this duty, life’s ultimate challenge

And a chance to look into the living face of God and know divinity as manifest within

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winner, winner

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Love this

WILD FLOWER HUNTRESS

A wise man once told me
To visualise money
As fried chicken dinners
“To keep things in perspective”

And then when I thought
Of how much chicken I’d bought
I wondered how many chicken dinners
Does one person NEED?

So I did some mathematics
And I came to equating
That the average consumer
Needs

Six-thousand-two-hundred-and-forty

Based on two chicken dinners
Every week

And face it you’d be lucky to get through that lot without getting, you know, sick of it…

From the time one is sixteen
And earning some money
Or at least bloody well should be
If they want to “go anywhere in life”

Until the time one is seventy six
Though you probably won’t get there
If you eat two fried chicken dinners
Every week

So I skimmed down my summing
To six thousand even
Cos I couldn’t be bothered
With starting again

And then I visualised deeply

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Shower Horn

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Waiting to attend my ablutions,

Full of ten thousand ‘fuck you son’s

It’s been twenty goddamn minutes

Need a shit shower shave soon

Try to be polite

Try to get along

Mostly I just want to hit

You with my fucking bong

Maybe thats the problem

Maybe im unhinged

Or maybe you’re a selfish dickhead

Needin showers to wash the binge

Away, away

Get yet gone

The shower, she is sacred

We need a signal horn.

 

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