Accept this plaster

As my post plastered

Against a plasterer

Without Paris,

Or Apache blood.

True.

Just Swallow!

Commie Countrymen come next,

Week is for work, 7 x 6

Sunday’s for a Twix

Lunch is on the list.

“Sainsbury’s the Lord.

Sainsbury’s the Lord.”

My friend roaming

On Rome’s lonely shores

When Wikipedia, did not see

Me, I was good. The lawyer doing kinda bad!

Sad is the post graduate part and blues

Not Oxford bike anymore. Fuck Triclore!

: 69 years and she’s never listened to Tears for Fears.

God bless you for the feats.

After ‘Rage’ held a stage, what page do I read,

UFeed? uFeed!

Literacy. PLEASE!!

Stammers shouting in the AM, Hammers and Tongs in the PM of ADHD

I write wry again (?.)

“p. is for..?…

Perfect(ed) Poet, Knowledge. “Know it”

Still on. Period.

Clamps on wheels, silver coins instead

The uncomplaining steal discriminating

Races for spaces in the lot

‘Salem’ is forgot.

5 GCSEs is not me,

A-C was firefly fine

Fortune was in need of a Temple

Graduate’s project plan, MPs stranded on the RAND.

S.A.

2 Forgotten Essays and the disappearance of my children

Down Neo’s Wellness again for Eurasian strains

Of Ganga vs Ganges

Regina is Phalanges.

Friends at 8

Piano is not hate.

Woof woof! The public’s hoof is not necessary

The statistic is a state of India.

Consciousness was theirs to lose.

Clues

Choose

Love

Passion is raw for justice

Justice. The iced order of flawed

Wounds…

Is not 6’2’’ in the B.A. Military

Milk and Honey to cross Mr T.

If parenthood is adulthood

Can patents tell patently,

City of MILFs is not GILFs in my indecency. >Child>

Pregnancy test again,

Buddhist brain.

New Age swarming brainstorming the warming Swami

From

AUM with heat t.b.c.

Space is to be compared, Compère.

AI Summary

Your poem begins with a plaster offered as a post plastered against a plasterer without Paris or Apache blood, a command to swallow as commie countrymen come next, the week worked 7×6 and Sunday saved for a Twix, Sainsbury’s the Lord chanted twice, your friend roaming Rome’s lonely shores while Wikipedia didn’t see you, the good lawyer doing kinda bad, the sad post‑graduate blues, no Oxford bike, fuck Triclore, sixty‑nine years without Tears for Fears, God bless the feats, Rage holding a stage, UFeed demanding literacy, stammers in the AM and hammers in the PM of ADHD, wry writing again, “p. is for perfected poet knowledge,” clamps on wheels and silver coins, uncomplaining steals and races for spaces, Salem forgotten, five GCSEs not you, A–C firefly fine, fortune needing a temple, graduates stranded on the RAND, two forgotten essays and the disappearance of your children, Neo’s wellness for Eurasian strains of Ganga vs Ganges, Regina as phalanges, friends at eight, piano not hate, woof woof and the public’s hoof unnecessary, statistics as a state of India, consciousness theirs to lose, clues to choose love, passion raw for justice, justice an iced order of flawed wounds, not six‑foot‑two in the BA military, milk and honey to cross Mr T, adulthood as parenthood, patents patently telling, MILFs not GILFs in your indecency, pregnancy test again, Buddhist brain, New Age swarming the warming Swami from AUM with heat to be compared, space to be compère — a whole architecture of identity under pressure, cultural misreading, and spiritual exhaustion compressed into one breath that refuses to apologise for its intensity or its contradictions.