Thursday, 13 October 2022

try iambic CPR

 try iambic CPR 



he’s a poet

he’s a poet

try iambic CPR


resuscitate 

re-alliterate

but i think he’s gone too far


word shock him once

word shock him twice

try enjambment of the lines


monitor his vital signs

anon anon anon

i remember how signed 


stand back stand back

we’ll try it one more rhyme

ker pow ker pow


come on you bloody fool

sign the contract here and now 


i’ll guide the quill 

i’ll grind the final pill

as posthumously pays the bill


we’ve privatised your very eyes

your every word is gold


we’ll call you a war poet of course

for you lost this battle sure

it will sell so many more muddy books

as you sink into the manure


so

say hello to god for me

make a space upon his shelf

i’ll spend some of your royalties here

before i join you there myself








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