Hello, it’s me, Ren
and you know what that means.
I’m back in your inbox
trying to flog you my zines.

There’s two to choose from in my little shop. I think they are better than that daft AI slop.

Twenty-one poems from war crimes to cakes. I serenade a Greggs muffin and exclude a steak bake.

I am proud of this venture but to tell you the truth, I ordered too many boxes. Now I’m sat on the roof.

Concluding this poem before it confounds. Both zines they each cost six En-ger-lish pounds.

No really, I’ll go now. Soz to waste your time. My zines are quite good, even if the poems don’t rhyme.

Buy 'Your Flowers' here

Buy 'Through the Window' here