The Will Its

[ControlDenied]

Ticket in the trash, we're here
for a lot longer, too long and smeared
across the wall in blood. Heart warmed
by a feel-good empire of joneses and steel
Atlantises, a sick-lick'le fashionist
Oatmeal regime and the will its
draining in sinks from Mexico City
to Nairobi to Victoria.
Soon the leech might be split
off and the Queen's head on a phone
line and we'll feel

[crappy poem