TRASH MAIL, SPAM. (Entitled).

Freedom comes on a rainy day,
Like Ice and chilled guacomale - that s . . . that's
Mushed avocado and mayonnaise.
No Rules, No excuses, No good. . . . No good good.

Freedom and the Verse, canticles, sermons
Avocado Man stands, hugging the third pew.

Freedom and the ability to say . . How's it Bro, How's it, MY bro
That's okay, I'm cool, pass the bag of ice back to the...
The one who wants Ice not hot pot from offa
The stove.

Stove. Stove, hotch potch stove, whose goona make my sandwiches
When I'm sick and the folks are out there, queues
Pa's still on the dole. Mamma a part time nurse.
Hotch potch cross over - you got yourself a bun!

Hop scotch . . fairies fly when brothers grow moustaches
Twins, both beards by the time they're 10.

I'm leaving the planet . . Ice, sun. . The scent of the the roses - this here a song? No, nor neither a rhyme. A liturgy for who? A first, a last, the clock tower at the Waterfront . . . . Bought a vase, bought a bin. Got no plant, no paper to put in. Yet. A nursery is a shop that sell mainly plants - Got a lot of those, tomorrow gonna buy me a fairy. Ireland is where they come from. . . . Chelsea Britannia and Brittany Bay, Botany Harbour. . . . . boats, ships, trips!