We bought our spite from the fuck you factory
paid for bulk, hauled sacks crammed with insults
to the car. Dumped them, like dead bodies,
in the boot, and drove home, concocting vile
recipes to poisons each others hearts.
Back home we splashed them onto the table
sifting through every ice-word ever known
You chose the tried, tired, and tested "fuck"
and chose to whisk it slowly with "bollocks"
then coated them with a generous dollop
of "assholes" I attempted a toss-pot,
shit-wipe souffle, but as always failed
to get things to rise. And we gorged on
our fruity insults, licking the moist
fat-arse crumbs, and fell to sleep,
free and full.
