Poems by Mark Rawlins

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  • Go to the ant, thou sluggard,
    Keep working til you're buggered...

  • Tree stands solid
    on road side...

  • Incubator, mother's breast.
    dressing up box, old string vest...

  • We know everything about you,
    where you work, where you live...

  • Well they waved their flags when Thatcher died
    and they laid her in the ground...

  • As Beyonce jerks and Miley twerks
    and tits still pop out of the sun...

  • In light years from now, the Planet Zog will be...
    and Zoggians will live in fright of a knock on the...

  • Away the lads, the lads away,
    we're going away on holiday...

  • With thanks and apologies to the late, great Mr...
    Big brother's on the telly...

  • Kids (1)

    Hooded shadows lurking
    in the darkened corners...

  • 'You're not going out wearing that!'
    said my son in disgust at my grey trilby hat...

  • I've never had a period, it's true.
    I've never suffered labour pains like you...