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I love to write satire in glorious tones For my audience to sigh to in sensual groans. They should dance and weave throughout my script To marvel within my drunken wit To gape opened mouthed at my literary shit And never criticise but to bite one’s own lip. Drink makes my wit, my focus, my guide Who lords over others with the utmost of snide. I have brought emotions in my work to the front Occasionally to cause to others an affront. ‘Till I go forth in search of another moist cunt; For my ine...

I dream of holding her. She snuggles her body close to mine, the two of us make one under the darkness of covers. Her eyes show tiredness as they close, she passes into her world of sleep. I wrap my arms tightly, lovingly around her soft body, her skin gentle to my touch. I dream of holding her again.

We stalk through the paths between the graves. The stars rest above our heads for this gentle ambience to live in a place where life no longer stays. The wind passes through flirtatious leaves as each twists to touch another. In a house nearby a violin quartet can be heard to perform their requiems. They know this field and what it holds and that tonight we shall sleep here for the first time.

My name is Gaius Cuore Romano, a former captain in the Roman heavy infantry called the Principes and as I speak to you now, I retell a story of roman courage and valour, of foreign hordes with war elephants and tactical genius and one of fallen brothers in arms. It was December of 218 BC and this is my telling of the battle of the Trebbia. I remember how we marched for that afternoon to the sound of horns, the sound of drums, the sound of soldiers feet pummelling the sand gravelled tracks as...

Lets skip back to the beginning of this story to about a year ago on what should have been just another day. Here we are, just sitting here in this dank old apartment block, just waiting and waiting. This building is crumbling from the inside out. Every corner of the room damp with water having leaked through during the last storm or from one of the above neighbours sinks, overflowing with water as a badly timed heart attack shook her from this life, her withered hand reached for the tap but ...