TOLCHOK
got clockworked by a plod
me and my droogs we did
next to Maine Road
for playing street football
alongside a football ground
(none of us
even a
City supporter)
and pushed around by
the law severely human right
violated
and seriously affronted
aforementioned street
being empty
the thought
did cross our minds of
doing him in
(burying that fat
navy blue body beneath
the Kippax Stand)
and all of us
at Manchester Uni
me for
me Ph D
working on Swift’s excoriating
satire
most violent stuff
confined
to print
tolchock called down
on mostly everything
got
clockworked
but no orange
that
C-charged
most creative of
colours
Eden-juicy
most sustaining of fruits
