The Works of P G Heron

Every so often I get an email from a man calling himself P G Heron. This mysterious character sends me poetry which is clearly the product of a dilated anterior fundus, no doubt brought on by excessive consumption of eggnog. If you wish to read on do be aware that by doing so you risk your eyes turning into soil.

Monday, 27 June 2011

Gary Busey

Gary Busey
His teeth
Reflecting broken society with delight
Or perhaps the sound of a crow
Wanking on a US talkshow
If crows can wank that is.
I once saw a Jackdaw
Pecking at a sleeping tramp's jap's eye
Through a hole in his sick-stained suit.
That tramp became Gary Busey.
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