Publisher's Synopsis
I'm not into sunsets I'm not swayed by the moon With its opalescent pool ball structure That makes others pine for the month of June I don't own a butterfly net And I have an aversion to fields There's no skip in my walk And spoken word artistes make me cringe This is meant to offend in every possible way If not affected then please consult your doctor For you may very well be succumbed To necorphiliacs at play This is not meant to stimulate Or make you feel comfort This is Verbal Diarrhoea And it's going to hurt The second instalment to the 'Atrocity Trilogy' sees Tom Priestley following on from 'Year of The Bastard' with letters of resignation, hangovers, badly timed erections, bar brawls and the horrors of Poetry slams.
