(i’m off)

(i’m off)

here 

(throws them up in the air)

take the bloody lot

suit yourself 

eat in plenty from the menu

or leave aside 

here 

(kicks them across the floor)

suit yourself 

pick up the flower buds

or step on the bugs

here

(shouting and turning)

you lot i’m talking to the lot of you

you all have personal tastes 

here is a trough for you

here

(dollops it in)

swill this around your mouth

swallow the sweet 

puke up the poisoned words

more than enough to go around

here

i’m off

(snapping the pencils)

write your bloody own

i’ve dumped my dump 

between these mountebank pages

caveat emptor

every jail a palace

every palace a jail