saying this is hard

i announce that i am disinheriting you
from my good books

you never loved me
it was always about the motor launch –
i had high hopes

the blue sky and all the rest…
but that’s all gone.
if you don’t bring back
my grandmother’s shroud

there’ll be nothing more to say –
i’ll be forced to corrupt

your poodle by reading to her
extracts from that radio show
that used to be on late at night
about the cost of margarine.
That’ll do it.

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