Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... 10:04 - Apr 1 with 3591 views | QPunkR | I Saw Katie Hopkins - by Benjamin Myers I saw Katie Hopkins shoplift from Oxfam a porcelain figurine of a Newfoundland dog with a wooden barrel on its back in which you put brandy. I saw Katie Hopkins asleep in a plate of chicken nuggets at a Little Chef; she was wearing a Cats tour jacket and one glove. I saw Katie Hopkins urinate in a homeless war veteran’s begging cup from a distance of six feet. I saw Katie Hopkins scratch a swastika onto a Mothercare billboard at the bus stop. I saw Katie Hopkins shove a cork in a dolphin’s blowhole at SeaWorld. I saw Katie Hopkins go berserk at a Ghurka for wearing a burka. I saw Katie Hopkins getting a tattoo of a lethargic gryphon. I saw Katie Hopkins selling used batteries at a carboot sale. I saw Katie Hopkins buying Jethro DVDs from the garage. I saw Katie Hopkins jogging with James Delingpole. I saw Katie Hopkins eating worms at Kew Gardens. I saw Katie Hopkins trying to set fire to Rochdale. I saw Katie Hopkins force a child up her chimney. I saw Katie Hopkins alone on a waltzer at 11am. I saw Katie Hopkins grope Rod Liddle in Aldi. I saw Katie Hopkins punch a newborn lamb. I saw Katie Hopkins playing bass for UB40. I saw Katie Hopkins smash a pint glass. I saw Katie Hopkins snorting Bisto. I saw Katie Hopkins’ rotten soul. I saw Katie Hopkins laughing. I saw Katie Hopkins sobbing. I saw Katie Hopkins alone. I saw Katie Hopkins. Not that one. | |
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 10:41 - Apr 1 with 3547 views | Mytch_QPR | Third verse sounds unlikely - the others are plausible, I suppose. | |
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 12:32 - Apr 1 with 3467 views | Discodroids | i like the way it reduces in length as it goes upon its journey, thus creating a pattern of some kind , like a john cooper clarke crop circle. it really speaks to me man. i prefer david thewlis 'another night' Another Night We talked all evening about the end of the world Until it was the end of the evening, And freezing outside And we agreed It had nothing to do with us. The bus arrived and we said good, and bye, and tried to hug in direct correlation To the total of our affection to date. It was very late, Or very early, When I put my key in the door. And I sat in my bed And looked for lumps on my skin. And thinking about the end of the world, I waited for the world to begin. [Post edited 1 Apr 2015 12:32]
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| "...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn." |
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 16:50 - Apr 1 with 3338 views | FDC | A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well –this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole. -Ursula LeGuin: The Dispossessed ------- Touch my bum. This is life -The Cheeky Girls [Post edited 1 Apr 2015 16:54]
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 18:38 - Apr 1 with 3275 views | BrianMcCarthy | Hippos must be hollow, They love to wade and wallow, And thought they weigh a ton, I think, They never, ever sink - Terence Milligan. | |
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 19:28 - Apr 1 with 3232 views | TheBlob | I saw Katie Hopkins taking out a libel suit. | |
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Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 11:25 - Apr 2 with 3085 views | QPunkR |
Had to share this poem I read, unusual I know... on 19:28 - Apr 1 by TheBlob | I saw Katie Hopkins taking out a libel suit. |
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