I strafe past the historic market
flinging them like shurikens:
'It's all in the wrist
you complacent bourgeois bastards!'
I later write in my blog,
'One hit the tarpaulin
behind the lady selling secondhand books -
she looked very unsure!!!'
The next day I check my comments
to discover someone with the handle 'Danny_Weston'
has called me 'sad wanker'. Ha!
I picture him alone in a cold cellar, leaning
against an old cobwebbed boiler and weeping
as he pushes disc after disc
into his sad, dry mouth.