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How about we call it a day, son, eh? How about it we pack this s**t away Swear to never hear yourvoice or my voice again Burn all the documents, sm..

A crescendo of laughter Rising like a cloudof birds From an aviary ripped open So much of it overlapping You nevereven catch the joke

My shirt is untucked and billowing It tells its own story - not so much creased as crushed But my lower half is nicely dressed, In pinstripes th..

Support me or abort me - Unhook me, or else pick me out And dash me across the floor, As though I were a spot in your yolk An abominatio..

oh, to strike it rich oh, for beautiful ladies yes, I'm that shallow

even the dog is tired round me when she comes a-visiting true, I'mexhausting

I have tossed my salad of Post-it notes Liberally across my desk Added paperclip bacon bits And some Blu-Tack croutons Then I dressed it accide..

Some self-indulgent, self-pitying, miserable wintry shite. Please excuse - I'm old enough to know better.

Hard to tell in all thatbattle armour But Isuspect we have ourselves a female, There's just something about the way she Flaunts thatblaster andthr..

Five minute, flash fiction