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Fly-tip Spring Cleaning
 

It’s spring time

time to clean

time to drop-kick

all that shit out

into the Great Universal Skip

fly-tip

all the stuff we stored up

over the winter

things we one-clicked into our lives

and now can’t quite place

and you know we need to make space

so we can do it all again.

 

It’s time to open windows wide

to check the neighbours aren’t looking

and to slyly slide out

all the claustrophobic, stale fluff

we’ve had enough of

that we accumulated while we coagulated

on the couch.

Yes, my friends,

all the good Netflix has run out

and we’ve got to remember

what we’re about for 2025

no self-respecting person

could drag all this excess slunge about.

 

Come clear the fog off

time to whip those joggers off,

shed your winter coat and slap on some shorts

well nearly,

it’s still a bit chilly but

it’s spring!

Time to fling

your weeds over the railings

for the world to clear up,

empty it all out there

regurgitate the seasonal stuffing

that’s clogging up your holes -

let it out into the air.

 

Maybe a bird will put it in its nest.

Maybe a rat

will make a tennis ball out of it.

Either way release it all

and forget it was ever there.

Cos ding-a-ling it’s spring.

Nature will find a way to digest

or I’m sure someone else

will clear up the mess.

Thanks someone else.

You’re the best.

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