SLOBLAND

Slobland




And now the sludge is cementing throwaway things

Their glory days well faded

Slimy condoms spent of all pulsating life

Now homes for slippery worms

That crystal jug too

Once king of the cabinet - the prized Wedding Gift

Whose brilliance was shattered on the kitchen floor

Now lies half buried

Ready to slit the beaks

Of the marauding gulls

Like us their bickering goes on

Incessant! Incessant! Incessant!

Arguments tearing them apart and shitering on the graves of

Our dreams

Before the incoming tide