Rebooted in Quatrains

Sell me the sun dad,
cause i have disowned it
it has driven me mad
and i have really blown it

spell me the dictionary
and the words upon it
Take my desire for ministry
find a grave and dance upon it

Sell me a rebooted dream
of black cofee and cream
of biscuits and cheese
of bended knees

I am not spoiled by the war
Neither took nor brook my luck
All is that you have gone far
and all your son wants is to fuck

The black pond shows nary a ripple
The black pond is my favourite tipple
after whiskey and grass
So take your quatrains and shove them
up your ass.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

Self-taught artist and writer

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