Bobby Parker

Bobby Parker

  FRUIT MACHINE   I withdraw my sickness benefits from the post office so excited I could shit my pants. Wetherspoons special...
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Bobby Parker

I tell cats on the street, 'Hey kitty, she swallowed my cum!' / I told the shy Indian woman in the corner shop, 'Do not be afraid, / for she swallowed my cum!' I even told my mum...

Bobby Parker

Bobby Parker

Then we cleaned the hallway / together, visualising shitty particles / vanishing like a tribal language. / Our flat was a place where love / sometimes cried for hours, hours / and hours and hours, while my shattered / wife sang ‘Hush, Little Baby...’

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