A shit poem about living in a nice town in the c'untry
With apologies to the moody 11 year old who could have writed this betterer
My car got locked in
at Hauser + Wirth
the gallery where something notable and
nice for your walls
costs the earth
it sits at the top of a road near my house,
my rented council palace,
in Bruton
cont…
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