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i've just penned a poem, inspired by my journey home from work
fuck off back to london,
you sweaty sun/sand/sea scavengers,
because i don't like it when you block out the pavements and cycle path and sarcastically jeer at me when i say 'excuse me mate', because i just want to get home on my lady bike quickly really,
cheers mate, you fucking prick clutching the giant hippo you've just won for your scabby bucktoothed woman...
jesus. holidays and heat eh?