The Moving Finger

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted — "Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

Cherry

Sixteen Photographs

A poem for four voices

Pornocracy

It is a sweet and pleasant thing to be ruled by whores:

The Ragamuffin Manifesto

The ragamuffins came over the hill With a brick and a bottle and a burst balloon