Farewell to the Fuckitt

The two faces of an ANGEL

Fuck knows why I Do This
In the Almost Happenings of my work,
Where foul ones decide to honour the teeth of Hell
I bare my teeth to know good things
In a polite and coherant manner to supplement my stomach
I did contemplate to leave a class of bricks.
Warrington Possibilities are those of Kebabs
And to family I Doth my cap & chips.
Biting of the waist the largest arse shocker
So Terribly British One of Slacking Helicopter
I fly to fresher pastures in some style
Leaving SUPER BLOGGERS and others behind to washeth their own
FEET

A Poem by the Cloned Corpse of Marcus Tal inspired the imminent departure of the mighty Fuckitt