Sometimes it’s best just to make up poems
In your head whilst drinking beer and gin
Then let them blow away on a windy day in July
Sitting outside in cold sunshine with Woody.
If I call you what the fuck I like
And you call me what the fuck you like
What are the chances it’d be the same fucking word?
Would you take a fence or would I take a fence
Or is it only certain horses that take a fence
Whilst steeple chasing? Who knows? This dog doesn’t.
He avoids words, just looks, sniffs, barks occasionally.
 If he admitted to knowing words he could be no-platformed,
Disbarred, hated. So he just farts tellingly. Humans hate pronouns
Not the letters they’re made of but the people they refer to. Weird.