MY COMPUTER IS CAUGHT CHLAMYDIA

A poem about falling into destitution especially ex soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns, how easy to forget these courageous service personnel who once protected us .

Living as belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we shared shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties , arriving at all the piss, powder, and perfume parties: we'd flutter feebly back at the light of dawn .

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war, you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD, its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army …