The hapless Whang, after all that fun
with his clam-digger
(Does any country have them bigger?)
dredging up the land to shore -
an 'Island' - a 'lie' land,
the way the land lies -
and isn't land with source of water fresh
unless you count the bottles in the mess,
and sauce your source...
You saw-see, bully fools,
than 'yes-sir' lawyers, fish have better schools!
You land a plane upon the isn't land, yes,
but bully jets don't have no legal dress.
You cocked it up for rocks, got no rocks off;
you're off your rockers - rack that with a cough!
And where've you dumped this bulk of concrete grief
but on the treasures of a coral reef?
Death is more than you deserve, you cardboard cats;
resign your stinking ghoul-date communism, twats!
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
