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

...

still mainly green

It's still mainly green

here,

like the contact-less 

eyes

of a jealous

monster.




& the sky is mainly blue

too,

like a depressed & filthy

joke,

yet still 1 

ponders

how much

longer

?

a stupid cult

Several cotton buds

in

& the wax & gristle

was utterly

erstwhile

but what to do

with the 

rest

?




Why,

simply worship them

of course

as small cotton GOD TYPES

of sorts,

in a

shit-big

evil temple

-That sounds 

best

...

hitler’s youth

Well,

the childhood

 years

of a young

Adolf Hitler

were sadly

somewhat ruined

by asassins

armed with lasers.




Petite 

do-gooders

from our P.C 

future,

not them

 computers

but with futuristic

shooters,

how he still 

survived

can only

amaze us.




Incredible

...









(Author Notes: just sumit daft i wrote....)

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

...

september, day 1

Stone the crows & sparrows!

It’s that September now,

& with a distinct lack of fondness

I clearly remember how

…

It robs us all of Summer

as a sly-fingered bugger,

beware the repeat offender

September is a member

…

10 books to write

1. Starting Stuff For The First Time (a beginners guide)

2. The Dairy of Samuel Pepys

3. 1,578 THINGS TO DO WITH AN EGG TIMER

4. Skim Reading (at a glance)

5. The Bumper Book of Artichoke Jokes

6. Spooky Ghost-Owl Tales of Great Bittern

7. Buddha, The Boyband Years...

8. The Pop-Up Book of Saucy Welding Anecdotes
(comes with free safety visor & gloves)

9. War & Peas

& 10. The Incomplete Encyclopedia of EVERYTHING

a good game for a saturday

Let’s toss a coin then

to finally decide,

tails you live life

heads you die

…

Tails you run free

& forget all this,

ooh, without cheating

heads it is

…

Sorry x

tosh off

Contrary

to unpopular belief

fuelled by graffiti

& general deceit,

none of the following

was written in a cable car

…

Or a hovercraft

for that matter,

down a haunted lead mine shaft

or half way up a ladder

with a mild breeze

…

No,

not a single sausage, please,

& naught was conceived

via mad cow disease

-Udder nonsense

…

resarf poetry

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