With this poet named John Cooper Clark. He looks like a villain, his hair is completely mental, and his legs are as thin as a spiders... I certainly discovered where the Horrors got their inspiration from! However, nothing makes me more happy than to read a few lines of extraordinary weirdness. It makes my mornings a little less grey... Mm-mm-mhm! Just gotta love him!
Twat
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend. You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,just make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,but I can...
TWAT.
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