A Lisa Tarbuck

Safe haven in purile eyes,
Shitting,
Silenting,
Atop a plinth.

SQUAWK! The whore pig squawks,
SQUAWK!
CUNT!

...
Shitting silently,
Atop the best plinth in town,
A Lisa Tarbuck.

There once was a plinth from Pittin,
It offered it’s captured men shitting,
I sat on the top,
And some poo came out ‘Plop!’
The applause that replied was quite fitting.

Lisa Tarbuck,
Shitting silently,
Atop a plinth,
Crying, shamed,
Gusset around ankles,
Her fat whore tits,
And pock-marked cankles.