Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Hate Poem by Spoz (Giovanni Esposito), Birmingham's Poet Laureate
I get upset when I think of you
Your name alone can spoil my day
I'd like to give you a one way ticket to the moon
But it just isn't far enough away.
You're as welcome as thrush. . . you're as pleasant as scabies,
I'd like to lock you in a room with a dog that's got rabies
They should have cut your cock and bollocks off to stop you making babies,
I've never seen a queer wasp but I've seen a lot of gay bees.
You see! You make me think irrational thoughts; you really do my head in,
You're like a big turd in the swimming pool or a spurned 'ex' at a wedding.
You're a law unto yourself; I wish you'd terminate your health,
Why don't you stand beneath that anvil perched precariously on that shelf?
There's nothing that can compensate for everything you lack,
If you only cost a penny then I'd want my money back.
You know youíve traumatised thousands of happy and fulfilled lives,
Just do us all a favour mate and juggle these 'Stanley' knives.
Iíd like to hug you like a bear would - give you a big 'Glaswegian kiss',
But youíre like a slightly dodgy bladder - two drops short of a piss.
I'd like to help you build a patio and bury you under the slabs
You have the charm and wit and elegance of a nasty dose of crabs.
If your temperament were a vegetable
Then you'd border on a 'cauli'
You're like a fumbled piece of shopping. . . completely off your trolley!
I've had more interesting conversations
With pigs that snort and grunt,
Words fail to describe you, here's one that's close...
The end.
Posted: December 2006-7. Copyright: Spoz (Giovanni Esposito).