Poem: ‘poem’
Tom Leonard, 6 August 1992
yi surta keep trynti avoid it thats thi difficult bitty it
jist no keep findn yirsell sitn
wotchn thi telly ur lookn oot thi windy
that wey yi say christ a could
go a roll n egg ur whuts thi time fuck me
wiv nay cookn oil nwi need potatoes