Frank

Donner's a dopey minnow learning the ropes. What's your excuse you redundant old sap?

It's quite extraordinary that you've got away with this fucking mundane drivel for so long, you thick little shit. Buckle up.. I'm coming for you MikeD style. Fucking 'woman' my arse. Stinky whore.

She's the female Snatch. I can't stand him, and I won't stand her.. the thick fucking cunt.

You stupid fucking cunt.

Is that a euphemism for feeding poor Mr.G with your tired and gaping, fag and coffee tasting grey-matted minge? When you're carving up this afternoon, bear this in mind... Every time I wipe my bum, there's a smear of blood mixed with pooh on the paper.

How about walking along the beach hand in hand this afternoon gobbie? We could snuggle up in a promenade bus shelter and fuck each other silly.

There's no doubt the Corner is a source of great comfort for poor fuckers like withers in their final weeks. However, if I was on the end of that last post, I'd kill myself before lunch.

Well.. do you ever think about the look on the faces of family and friends when they know you're going to die? That's how.

God knows I've tried to like that wet nocturnal witch. When she's not whining like a cunt, the tawdry mishog's lifting and cheapening my catchphrases with poor timing.

It didn't happen Ding. Fuck off.

What upset the old-timer the most.. really shook him to the bone, was that greasy pile of shit I posted through his door. I remember gagging violently without vomiting whilst trying to poke it through his brass vertical letterbox.

What?

A model nom straight out of the rulebook. They do sometimes allow you to deviate and add a little humour. Stupid long-winded boring fucking cunt.

If you're referring to that new TC type punch-drunk sap who can't string a sentence again, you can fuck off. Fuck off.

I'm completely shot through, Gurt.. shot to pieces. Pass this on to Mrs R, will you? I'm going to bed.

Yeah.

I want you dead. Sorry Withers.. that's all I've got this evening. I stared at the screen for over ten minutes.

He fucking means it alright you wet bastard drip of a man.

Ape you're a fucking moron.

The idiot disappeared on a job in Hackney last year when I sent him up the road to buy a tin of elbow grease.

I'm fed up of having to decipher every fucking thought that comes out of your jewish brain. Stop it.

You're a bold man. Keep it in the back of your mind that he sometimes plays with two decks.

Go on Bend

Bender bender bender bend, there comes a time when friendship ends, We laughed and cried and run amok, created puppets of the sock, You're sitting there all spasticated, arms waving imaginery tools.. elasticated! You're as thick as fuck, but I love you so. You fucking idiot.

My poems are much like my vids bend: few and far between, but never forgotten. Hang about, I'll do one now...