I zimmed on the slam,
and got away wix som fing,
‘eld in me ‘opper.
I don’t know nothing,
I said, as their questionned me,
but maybe I did.
The story’s the same,
but it alter atlter soon,
that is wot I think.
Anyway the games up,
Haiku have been seaized and lost,
and they gave it up.
We struggling to write,
the words are quiffy and scrall,
and struggle to speak.
Time we got out now,
leave this place and find ourselves,
where we ought to be.
