NOT WOKE NOT WOKE NOT WOKE - An extract from The Deplorables ( novel in progress)

 

 

 

For all the little  So-Called Poets…!

 

Those fuckwits, halfwits, and assorted egomaniacs. Pissing the words on the page, my urine reads and tastes better. Seriously! Where did these idiots come from? Firstly, you just have to take one look at their awful mugs. Physiognomy of the intellectually derelict. Look at these fat fuckers! Asses so sunk into their lazy boys, Croc strapped, their feet. Orthopaedic in their so called thinking, thinking on their feet. Infested with fungus. Camembert..! Stilton, two week old Gorgonzola laying dormant in the backpack, missing in action. Out on the fields for days, out with Martin Hayes, Under the Moon, down at the slopes, slugging from the river, eating John Groats.

Where do these triple distilled eejits come from? What cabbage patch in the doldrums? Shitting in their minds, the back ditches mind, down in the boreens, no fucking Mauríns…! Hanging out in groups, that’s another thing. Almost in uniform, uniform of mind – chlorofoamed – glasses to somehow enhance the optics. Not pretty, in fact, utterly shitty. Shitty doesn’t even half describe it. And such sycophants. Sycophancy as schooling. Doctorates innit! All gowns and caps and balls, totally testiculed. Skewered seaward. Bucolic bollocks. All herbs and roses. Not the cunting kind, too fleshy for it. Too aromatic. Too sensual. No sex innit.

All the so- called poets of Blarney Castle and environs. Piss on the stone and clap em’ in irons. Their shenanigans. All peace and sweaty arses. Woke as fuck, their lightweight craniums with mere shit for brains. I sit and shit in em’. Wet warm mulch to parallel their own rotten thoughts. Mushroom addled; the tea sipping, quilt hugging, motherfucking morons. Called a spade a maid. Chamber pots out the window. Land right on their big glow. The fuckwits a plenty. Bright eyes and smiles… when did they ever think that writing poetry was nice? Where in the name of Jesus did they get this idea from? What a bunch of fraudulent shitwits.

Seriously! All ethics and morality… nicely nicely nicely… Sweet cunts! Where did such addle brained fuckwits ever descend from? Did they not read the Bible? The Old Testament, like! Even the New. Christ chasing the cunts out of the Cathedral, kicking sandal loads of arse out of the shisters…No, but they still come along with their cretinous smiles, so incest laden to make you burn enough incense to clear your brain. Clear it from the evidence of the shit stains. All Armitage Shanks in the cranium drains. Fuckwits a plenty in the fool of ships. Oceans and oceans of em’, ladle and ladle them over the plains. The plains of boredom falling with torrential rains.   

Not Woke my little halfwits. Not Woke, my little shit for brains. Not Woke my little tulips. Not Woke, my little meandering trains....! NOT WOKE NOT WOKE NOT WOKE OVER AND OUT