Season Of The Stupid 1/2 marathon poem #7 Did they fall from the skies Or grow from the ground Seeded in ignorance Is where they are found Did they fall from the trees And dig in their roots Nourished in bullshit With bitter fruits Harvested…

I’m sanitising the  sideboard where I lay my paper down I’m bleaching the steps at the front and back doors I’ve got bottles of disinfectant ready for murder, if I must I’m keeping a squeaky clean house because it’s the Season of the Cane Toad…