A poem dedicated to a former Prime Minister mass murderer and War criminal Tony Blair, if ever the Devil took human form then this was he.
Ah. I know. It's about murder. I was at the park when I wrote it.
Sadly this is a true story.
This poem came to me after reading the name "dunlop" while riding in a car one day. It had a certain presence to it that made me think of "the dunlop affair". The title came before the story and I never imagined it would be quite that gory.
Don't call him Yoko.
This was written to Seven.
This one was another to Steve.
