Recently I’ve been stretching my poetic legs and creating some of the most vibrant and vivid prose of this age.

To continue in that vein I’ve constructed what may well be considered my masterpiece by future generations and certainty not something I made up as I went along!

The essence of time has long been pondered by scholars and fuckwits alike. This is my interpretation, you decide!

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Time, oh time you pass benign, the hands of clocks they move aligned

I ponder thee as I drink my wine, I cry and laugh at the past of mine

The more I drink, morose I climb, the stairs all weary to bed and die

A little death each night I find, a life half lived and lost in kind

To take it back and reminisce I’m blind, to all the good and light in mind

A love lost once and thrown aside, to think once more of you unkind

Of acts remorseful and lies unbound, the facts of truth and honour unfound

I shit my pants and pull them down, my wangs unleashed it’s tip is brown.

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Remember I’m willing to write a piece especially for you free of charge on any subject, which could perhaps be used as an epitaph for a maudlin relative or a spell to send flesh eating demons back to the pits of Valhalla