Boot tread pressed into cold rissole & chips
on the pavement of a December morning
is really not a pleasant sight at all.
The streaks & splashes of coagulated blood,
stomach bile & fear excrement
obviously made ‘Stan The Mop-Up Man’s’ job
all the more disturbing & disgusting.
A frenzied knife attack,
followed by a rose quartz doorstop
face & head cave-in,
is really not the best way to go.
Those 96 seconds are going to drag a little
before your terrified, fleeing soul
finally escapes, first backwards,
then upwards into explosive freedom at last.
‘Restraining Orders’ don’t work on Maniacs,
same as ‘Goodbyes’ & ‘See You Around’s’.
The dogs discovered him hiding naked
in the bushes at the back of Victoria Gardens.
Sat in a 2ft hole he’d dug with his very own hands.
Gently humming nursery rhymes to himself
whilst massaging a puddle of his own urine
into his ‘This Little Piggy Went To Broadmoor’ feet.

Loving it all my brother/cousin. Fucking awesome
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