F**k that rat arsed punk.
The sheen of jellied spite from him
is scorched away by contempt for his peasant mind
and scarecrow'd eyeballs.
Hag of ages!
Super pauper of graffiti glass
flogged by razor pen and ill will,
get dead in silence cadaveronia!
The triumph of a mad Smirnoff prophet
on stars to high town...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012