CHINCHES

CHINCHES

Coming out of the woodwork

It is a portent

Centipedes eating ants in the bed
This ark has rot
We should not have brought on the termites, Noah!

Get your

Shingle shots

Quick

Flu jabs

Anything to make it seem

That you are not giving in

Vote for the mayor

Or don’t

Vote for the other guy

Who won’t

Pucker up for

The apocalypse

 Ipswich

Of all places

Doesn’t feel the pinch

Because nothing goes on there

And on and on

And you can’t have an end

When nothing has begun

Nothing has begun again

Thank the flies of the lord

...And whatever they house

God cock that crows for some

For others, king crab louse

Thank the flies
That you live in Ipswich

Which is a metaphor

For any shitty urban sprawl

At least it has its uses

Thank someone somewhere for that

You can have it all

You see

Some of you

When the rest have gone