Untitled [ORIGINAL POEM]

An old lady made of wood threw a baby into the ocean, because it was so willed. Snorting cocaine in the mind of a seal, to fall into a dimension of waffle iron penguin bum. In my soul, I found a piece of battenburg cake, but the marzipan is made of glass, like my heart, and my glasses. ‘Oh look!’ Said Jim! ‘Why did Homebase betray me so, when Argos was never a friend?’ Syrup coated words, of clowns singing jolly painful emo white trash ukelele. Fish poo around my head, my faeces crown. I sat in a bath and cried, eating sausages off Vera Lynn. A flower grew, and fell, a million violent deaths. Cut their throats and they can never somersault over a brick wall, with petulant graffiti on it. He may have loved me, but it was never me. He was there, i was not here. Don’t have any more Mrs Moore, or you’ll never get the house next door.
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