I've just been looking for poems to read
On Thursday night at Fuel Bar, Withington
After being invited today. Need speed
Therefore to select material to win
The so-called Word Cup poetry slam, book in
Hand in my case, can't memorise jack shit
Not with the other stuff that I'm volved-in
No time, and work besides. Good news - I've writ
(In February) a new rant that's never split
From my lips, spraying spit, bile and kill-weed
I'd forgotten its existence. It turned
Up on my hard drive this evening. Eyes lit
Up as I saw that now there was no need
To write a new poem, because it's done
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