Paper, scissors, and the hand of fate

A bit of Bruce goes Dada

Red wine by the bucket, please!
Minibar key; crisp, unbreathing sheets.
Oh, go back to sleep you dirty git.
Assert your apathy!

The prince remained sceptical.
Collaborative acts of unspeakable kindness.
Illiterate solder-bunny of an engineer.
His handkerchief had pictures of Smarties on it.

Slightly bemused post-coital breathlessness.
The nervous clatter of travellers.
In Finland, the anarchists are organised.
An old trick; once bitten, twice shy.

If the oil was cheap enough.
Teenage girl aroma of roses and half-chewed crisps.
If mushrooms go mouldy is that cannibalism?
Switch the orgasmabot to multiple.

"Kiss me and I'll wake."
New meaning to teaching your granny to suck eggs.
Pete was drunk on an ism.
Cognac to wrap it up and help me sleep.

Scraps of unwritten prose lay lifeless.
Caesar salad at an airport hotel.
"Onanism?" Roger raised his head.
Blair would sell a peerage to his granny.