Void

Russell: ...this is what I wrote, or what someone, mysterious wrote. 'Oblivious to the cliche of the void, irritated, riled, annoyed.' Right and even when she read that back she goes, "Oh that's a bad rhyme, to rhyme annoyed and void, it's called a weak rhyme. Or something like that. She goes, "Oh we have a special word for that in poetry circles it's called a gay rhyme," or something like that. Trying to use some juvenile, derogatory comment. "Oh we call that a *makes fart noises* poem, that's the special word we use." Gee, you're a poet...

Gee: She's made that up.

Russell: She's made that up! She's made it up to hurt me!

Matt: You're just bitter about this.

Russell: I'm not bitter. Then Matt's put 'What are the homeless carrying?' Which is nice you know, I've not got a problem with Matt's poems.

Matt: I was wondering why they have all them carrier bags with stuff in them.

Russell: Why have the homeless got so much stuff?! Look, if you're gonna be homeless.. COMMIT to it. Stop having so much stuff! Wandering round with a flatpack Ikea bed under one arm and a cuckoo clock under the other. Either you're homeless or you're not, GET A GRIP!