Dear sir you poems are amassing
everyone is talking about
you amassing poems.
Lets go back.
You grim square poems makes me red
when its my turn
dont fuck me on the poem on the golf course I hope.
In the modern countryside
they find you on the spot
which belonged to the same man his mobile
his mobile home you know
in a hold-all in a lay-by
when you should start ringing a bell
when you remember whats in a hotel.