Bastardon

Like a envious dog
she lurks this super magpie.
Scorched tongue of flabby jewels
and toy soldiers,
whats yours belong to her.

Overpriced bully boy,
wash the blame in deep pockets
suffocate dented coin.
Belch from a jealous stomach,
no nest shines like this one.

Whistle tin dirges
through the dole house window
for sugary shit and frayed patches.
Spites elbow winks the ribs,
her crimplene dollar spares nothing...

@Steven Francis poems 1994