You know when a cow dungs?
The flies begin to appear.
They manifest from the good air,
Materialising with their greedy neurotic dance.
That truly was my thought
Outside the Albert Hall;
That enormous bulb of a sphincter.
With its adulating flatulating interior.
It splurts its diarrhea of bodies
And the taxis, in there hundreds appear.
Oozing out of the nowhere,
Hungrily jostling for their next fare.