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Death, Die, Destroy!

Fear! Fear! Fear!

Happy Xmas

Puppy dogs, kitten's tails

the world could be as lovely

we just have to decide

Happy Xmas

 

Not Precious

Not precious

to explain,

the flowery habits of prose.

A poem can say 

fuck you

in so few words.

In rhyming couplets,

or just straight.

 

Sam

Your love is sublime, 

like putting ice cream

on waffles

Love of My Life

The love of my life.

What does that even mean?

Until you change your mind,

And walk away.

Or is it forever?

Is that a promise?

One you can keep.

Will keep?

One Less

Poetry is

Isis, or

Daesh, or

Isil, or

IS, or

rabid muslims,

with bad attitudes, or

whatever the fuck they call themselves,

being blown up by a bomb.

"Ah!" Boom!

The way these fanatic's

brain tissue splatters

against the nearest wall

is poetry in motion.

Kersplat!

One less

to deal with,

is poetic

in

itself.

Kerboom!

One

less.

 

What Are We Fighting For

If, in the end,

there is no individual liberty,

what are we fighting

the war on everything for?

 

Individual Responsibility

A man infected another man

with HIV, knowingly,

and got 30 years prison.

In this modern era

that takes away

individual liberty,

it is only fair,

that it takes away

individual responsibility,

as well.

The Talkers

Some people really like to talk,

They must think

they are interesting,

Or important, or something.

Sadly the incessant talkers are

Rarely any of those things,

And deep down, I think,

They know it.

So do the rest of us a favour

And get therapy,

Stop making us all pay

For the infrequency

of you mother’s touch,

or the absence

of your father’s love.

Heal yourselves,

And Stop taking us all daily

On your mindless journey.

Poetry is Cool, Be poetic

You never know, a poem, or two might improve your sex life, you might as well give it a go, as nothing else has helped, hey.

Reciting poetry, definitely makes your penis grow,  or your cunt wet, so give it a go.

Poetry is great. It will be great again. I wonder how? Maybe, the modern short attention span may turn out to be poetry's best friend. In the end?

A World of Empathy

Half the world is starving

Half the world is bloating

Half the world has no water

Half the world has too much,

finding ways to build a bigger trough,

rather than giving anything up,

for those who don't have enough.

Summertime

Summer is here

time for prawns and beer

and little swimming shorts

for all the queers

suntans, bbq's,

late night chatting,

long drinks,

family time

Sunday afternoon batting

beach hijinks

burnt skin

zinc cream

easy livin'

sweat and flies,

alleluia

rise up singin'

in praise of the sun