Toast and Marmalade

Tears slowly rolled down the cheeks of the fat boys arse as he contemplates what life could be like with no face and a wagon full of toast and marmalade freshly spread by the nimble hands of two sultry and fine slender black virgins scantily clad in see-through sequin shell suits and wearing dirty rain caps yet hunchbacked due to the ever burdening demands of the fat boys endless appetite for more toast and marmalade which has destroyed all but one of the last layers of the Bolivian rainforest left to man yet has been unable to gouge silk moth chrysalis from out of the dainty ballerina serpentine clip clip clippers soft hands and as you can imagine this is something the greedy fat toast and marmalade oaf finds too much for his sorry lard soul to bare

You can find him
Rolling around
Like a beached whale
In the summertime
In the rain

And you can find him
Completely naked
Like a huge translucent jelly
In the summertime
In the rain

But when it is wintertime
With the icy showers bold
You will find him
Cowering in the corner
Of his bedroom
Sunken and cold

This piece of abstract cut-up also has a short poem attached at the end.

The poem was written in 2005, and the abstract cut-up was created not long after this.

Even though both pieces were created separately from each other when put together they seem to work quite nicely to balance up the complete piece.

                                                                                                        By Spartacus Mole