The method followed the madness
The Prince was in the library
The plotter was asking him some questions
The writing was on the wall again.

There was a strain in a writer’s imagination
He wanted to get on the mortgage ladder
But he fell off each time he put his foot on a rung
The wash basin was only full of cold water.

This is the time of revenge of God’s daughters
They face rebuke for the laments of the past
The 1980s casting and 1990s torrent ripping
Where is the dripping wet pussy in the orgy of vanity fair?

Success is staring me in the face!
That was all it mistook.
Some chardonnay reference and lingering lingerie on the floor
Dresses of link and camouflage

• I’m releasing and relaxing again, now I’m a poet!