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Saturday 28th May 2011 4:10pm

Why my poetry isn't comedy and why I should be on Breakfast TV

It seems I can split a room as easily as if I were to try to split my girl's twat in twain with my curious chopper.

And I hope with that I have set the tone. Some of ya will have stopped reading already. Good. You're one less bigot to worry about.

In my opening I first state one short concrete fact: as a performer I can split a room. I then wrap this in a lugubrious almost animated grotesquery. The main points all snap into focus by the alliteration: Twat in Twain, Curious Chopper - and their rhythmic spacing makes them comic.

In short, entertaining.

Ha, but now I have to think about the bigots who may be reading on. "There are some things you're not allowed to say". The imagery is certainly somewhat challenging, especially considering the furore my fellow poet Ernesto has stirred up over the appropriateness of representing consensual rape. But this is a pretty throwaway line - they get deeper into the darkness than that. Consider the full lyric of my newest: