I don't want to talk about 'it'!
No thanks.
I don’t want to talk about ‘it’.
‘It’? F*cking ‘it’?
That
tiny,
snivelling
insignificant
mono
syllab ic simile
for something that’s bigger
than a f*cking aircraft hanger?
Your puerile insensitivity
Let me leave you with that thought.
Hanging in the air,
For you to store in your
F*cking aircraft hanger
poem by Sue Stone
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