Wednesday, 16 January 2013

The Morass





We spanned the years from Eden to the twins

Waxing/waning/ Morality/introducing wheelie bins

Skirts lower/higher/then combats centre stage

We floundered/whores to vicissitude

From hot pants to sparkly necklaces and boob tubes

We held the decades as runaways/ from who borrows/ then who pays


Everyone a hero/14.5 minutes of fame

You have to factor in the ads

The media's to blame

Never have we seen so much spray tan

Or such lobster flesh on any woman or man

Celtic hides uncovered/Come on Trace/ the foreigners will love us!


Back in the grey Metropolis/ poor apology for an Acropolis

Trace and Ange think they've clicked

With 2 wide boys in the mix

They're not bad girls/they love their Dads

They just want their own pads

Not such a big deal to shag the lads




Poem for Jessica

 

Sparkly shoes and easter bonnets

First guitar and Shakespeare's sonnets

Let the parents down lightly

They've had hold of you tightly

Dad will freak

At the adolescent peak

His antenni is well upon you




Blue Sky Opportunities


Wish I could be a mystic

Grateful for gift of rhetoric

Open Season

blame the heathen

Their fault as always

Defeated pay anyway


Louder the voice

Restricts the choice

Younger you nail

No choices avail

Women will rip you asunder

It's them you plunder





Supreme Power


Extremes should fuel impotence

Spit out dummy males no implement

To fashion life

As much as they would like

Without women they are insignificant

Real men love women

They are not just proud owners of semen

Time women punched the air

Love me, not my womb if you dare

You won't go to any heaven anyway anywhere



My higher being is bigger than yours.




We shout loudest so we must be correct

Missives handed down not open to inspect

Don't delve too far

To find leaks that truth will mar

Humans are just secondary to

Mass hysteria's weaponry


Cowardly humans needing echelons higher

Unable to live with normal earthly power

Control is all, thought not allowed

What kind of tainted being

Needs shelter in a crowd


Once dust has settled

All enemies throttled

Flesh is extinct

"brave" warriors with testosterone stink

Without the womb

You are but in a tomb





















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