If you're looking for angst-ridden, self-obsessed, politically aggressive prose poetry, this book isn't for you. Tim Barlow's poems entertain you with tales of plasterers, pubs, hangovers, cybersex, rats, trips to the barber, the possibility of life on Jupiter's moons and other burning issues, delivered with wit, wonder and emotion. These poems rhyme, scan and have punchlines. They are so good, you can understand them.
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