Harold Pinter's Crazy Cathedral of Wonder

The new Harold Pinter poetry collection, Don't Talk To Me About War, is finally out. He's a very good playwright, you see, so he has more insight than you. You do not agree?

(pause)

Then you had better fuck off, you phillistine. The rest of us shall prostrate ourselves before him as he presents this little sampler of the book, which contains his latest four thousand poems, lavishly illustrated with a biro and a photograph of Pinter's collection of very big cheques from the Guardian for every time he sits down for a couple of minutes to write his latest searing insight into the modern world. He's a very good playwright, you see.

War by Harold Pinter, the very good playwright.

war
broken bones lie in shit
bombs falls all around
like the cunts they are

god i am against war
i am you know
really

Truth by Harold Pinter, the very good playwright.

truth
is an elusive
master
yet that does not alter
the fact that you are
fat

bitch

Tanks by Harold Pinter, the very good playwright.

tanks
oooh, they make my blood boil
they are death machines on wheels
except they're not wheels
er...

did i mention how much i hate Bush?

Beauty by Harold Pinter, the very good playwright.

if i
had a nose like yours
i would
slash my head off
with a razor

happy birthday

Conclusion

If you do not buy this book, then you are no better than They are, you bloody terrorist.