the moral maze

Cars often

pull over

& ask me

for directions

for example

'Where's Gibblet's Lane?'




& if I know

I'll answer

their question,

to aid them 

on their procession

out of the kindness

of my heart

-It's no strain 

or pain.




However,

if I haven't got

a clue

e.g

'Where's Garroter's Avenue?'

I'll just make

something up

all the same.




On the off-chance

that I'm 

right,

as you clever

ever know

it might,

& either way

I'll probably

never see them

again

...



electric fence therapy

Beyond the

penultimate

stile

of m’ walk

there stood

an electric

fence,

which I decided

to try

& its voltage

imbibe

on the off-chance

it charged me

with sense

…

& erased

all the shite

so I gripped it

so tight

-Then came shock

‘AAAH y’ cock’

Ergo thence,

reflex robbed me

of grip

plus current

gave me

the slip,

as local livestock

laughed

at my expense

…

(try again)

the doom’s day off

Today no dark shadow

loomed

& there wasn't even the slightest trace

of gloom,

Venice stopped bricking it

in regards to the ice caps,

today was a day-off for Doom.




So the world breathed a sigh


of relief

& Pam Ayers ceased to worry

about her teeth,

meanwhile Doom pottered

& rearranged some stray rubble,

as nothing sinister bubbled

underneath

...