Unsocial Techno Wrangler

jest, blessed the beef strangler wrangling thief
mite might plight his flight
the high plains drifter ran the yellow bella fella through the sifter
warm storm just beform
my chief wig wam nice tent
arrow furrows sat a hat
below the mobile mast
giving bars of 3G high speed data feed
the strangler the drifter and the chief are unsocial pals
very sterry on their black droid pod iBerry

theres no app for me

I have never

I have never written a poem that contains the word F**k
I have never enjoyed a film with the character Friar Tuck
I have never felt the fancy to wear womans underwear
I have never wanted to apply colour to my hair
I have never needed to say anything to the almight god
I have never enjoyed the fishy taste of cod
I have never really enjoyed reality television
I have never believed is pin point precision
I have never disliked a taste so sweet
I have never opened a copy of the magazine Heat
I have never wanted anything for myself