Ant Smith

All poems

Have a look on google

Everything is real
Whatever you dream up
The human race just cannot
Think outside its box

Are you still a monster if
You're using baby's lill bits
To flavour up your cola
And then sell it to the kids,
Or what if you've invented
A new special kind of dish
By boiling up the microbes
That live inside your shit

I mean what the fuck
Who ever would do this?
Have a look on Google
If you think I take the piss