this is the winter of our discount tents

Call him Steven
spread thin on cheap seats
as the track unfurls.
Everyone on the train
turns sound down
but keeps earplugs in.
Steve makes a microphone
from his Strongbow can
tells the carriage what for.

The man backing me
will choke on his silver spoon
and daddy's stocks are falling
faster than his limp dick.
If Steve licked the Russian lady's calves
her seams would come off
ink spittling his chin
she wants it
we all want it.

Shakespeare is new
when Steve does it
full flabby thighs,
what shite through honda window brakes,
this is the winter
of our discount tents.
We have a wordsmith in our midst
but he just got off
at Bracknell.