| I’m not sure what the humans are playing at. Mine is doing nothing, like some kind of aristocrat, not going to work, acting the prat, talking to me like he owns the gaff, saying I stink and need a bath. He’s got more neck than a bloody giraffe.I want that few hours release where I can happily lick my balls in peace without him telling me it’s a disgusting habit, but if he had the chance he thinks he would grab it. I think he means his own balls though, but why he would, I don’t really know. Then there’s the walks. I hate him sometimes, We got home, he had a shower |
| Bio & Link |
| Clive Oseman is a Swindon based Brummie spoken word artist whose third collection “It could be verse” is to be published shortly by Black Eyes Publishing. He can be found on Facebook as Clive Oseman- Spoken word. (I have also submitted the A-z of life in lockdown to you) |