No Burns Night Here

Robert Burns is supposedly our National Bard, held in great esteem all over Scotland, but I’m having none of it. Bad enough that much of his work is doggerel (although Tam O’ Shanter is decent enough storytelling in its own way) but also, the man was allegedly a prick who raped his pregnant wife JeanContinue reading “No Burns Night Here”

Generic White Middle-Class Performance Poet

I’m getting so bored of this crap that I thought I’d homage them myself. Took me roughly three minutes. Ooh, it’s enough to make you spit out your flat white in Costa Coffee. Generic White Middle-Class Performance Poet I’m jabbing at you Jabbing with my ire With my flat tyre Flat out, tired Well-worn dropletsContinue reading “Generic White Middle-Class Performance Poet”