dreaming of sweden

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dreaming of sweden ( nredewds fo gnimaerd )


i’m dreaming of sweden
whilst eating ryvita
the land of ikea
of blondes & long summers
of forests & saunas
with winters of darkness
but england is darker
& britain is sinking
the nordics are calling
europa is falling
& earth’s in the clutches
of globalist quislings
& pantomime horseplay
so flee east of norway
as ace of base, abba
& stockholm – her syndromes
are chirping like hatchlings
i listen & harken
the garden’s in tangles
with thorns on the brambles
the cure is far worser
a scourge of a killer
as curtains are twitching
& tossers bang pots
the plot is all rotten
the dross at the bottom
so come & run, reader
& leg it with me
we’ll peg from the sniffles
& fuck this scamdemic
bee free from the sheeple
& wankers in masks

catatonic crow

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catatonic crow ( worc cinotatac )


thunder under rain
staggers in y’ anorak
clatter cabbage brain

wobble on & laugh
cauliflower power trips
tossers block the path

intermittent owl
mutant moons of jupiter
as the brambles growl

squiggles squid the nib
curtain twitchers curdle cream
skirt around the fib

weasel breezes blow
speckle spectred spectrograph
catatonic crow

flutter bumblebee
spread it like a butterfly
mumbles jumble me

mask brigade masquerade

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mask brigade masquerade ( edareuqsam edagirb ksam )


still the sniffles spin
‘rona drones, stroke a chin

scree between the dots
karens flap, banging pots

doom is on the snooze
twisting screws, blooming blues

smiling is a crime
in this pants pantomime

chuckle in the muck
weasels preach, leaches suck

scrawl as normalzzz falls
shitting bricks – rubber walls

smash the barricade
mask brigade masquerade

muzzled muppets dance
clattertrap’s happenstance

fare thee well

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fare thee well ( llew eeht eraf )


it’s time to ride the diamond turnip

pie above the turtle doves

flying in the ocean’s lotions

scratch another cannonball

swan beyond the otter’s porridge

grease the knees of eventide

chase the changeling’s mutant poodle

smoothly – like a slimy lamprey

– shake the milky way

cometh the gone

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cometh the gone ( enog eht htemoc )

after the spanners
tangles in brambles
scatters & scrambles
back in the yon

blistering ankles
scratching the haddock
naps in a hammock
spin avalon

saturn in patches
spaces in annals
faces in flannels
summer’s the don

jam in the jangles
letters & lettuce
cress in a crevice
salad & on

cabbages clatter
clutter & under
mumbles of thunder
cometh the gone

morning is crawling
autumn is calling
fog of a morning
singing a swan