Out side Golsmiths,

Coughing up blood,

Turner Prize judge gasps,

"Christ, thats Good,

Leave it as it is, 

it'll get first place,

we'll call it a full shift,

at the coal face",

and if you're niether a stuckist,

or a YBA,

and you're no longer a minor,

as of today.



Praise for the wardens,

ready to find,

anyone caught saying graphic design,

rag mag seller,

said "leave me in peace",

only when he's,

being cleaned from the streets,

and I'd squeeze my lemon,

'til my blues went away,

If I had possesion over pancake day.