Poem

musings on teeth & bees


People with no teeth
& no false teeth
trying to speak
are always a right bastard to understand.



It's a bit like if we zapped bees
& made them human size
with human brains like we
because bees don't have teeth
not like us but
they could buzz intelligently
plus with 6 limbs
they could easily wave semaphore.



I would pay too much money to see that.



Shit loads & that
...

the secret diary of an amateur philanthropist (more stile over substance)





There's no need to even mention
divine intervention,
bother the Sybils
or call a steward's inquiry.





As without any quibbles
as one can tell from the scribbles,
this is clearly the diary
of an amateur philanthropist.




& part-time hamster-rights activist
& my-first-chemistry-set alchemist,
with all the wrong basics
but still trying to make gold.





Please don't tell a soul
...


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The Crow, My Bastard Nemesis

The crow

where in the name of sweet shat did you go?

Black

like the view 

from a window seat

on the channel tunnel,

or

rather handily koz it rhymes

deepest woe,

& yet with nothing to show

for it

you fucking tit,

you winged bastard feathered shit 

…

(because you’re just)

All corvid & dark

looking absolutely nothing like the Cutty Sark,

pecking

on an ice pop

whilst perched in the park

…

Stay still,

long enough for me to shoot you

…

a wonky smudge & a head stuffed with dust

A wonky smudge
come sun or sodden trudge,
we're off-plumb on purpose
judge not lest ye be fudge.


& a head stuffed with dust
in the land of things & fluff,
slow worms are in fact limbless lizards
in odd we trust & it's never enough.


(so)


Uninsert the time & date
& stay unperturbed of rhymes & wraiths,
as all of these tea cups are storm proof as standard
but our rust contains traces of gate...

‘can’t get the stuff nowadays…

Dirty, laundered Monopoly bank notes

& erotic windmill anecdotes?

–

I’ll check sir

but I don’t think we have any of those

…

A tetanus cure & or lockjaw

now available as a cream or in handy spray form?

–

Soz, well sold the last on a Candlemas of yore

& sadly don’t stock that anymore

…

Well in that case just the spear of destiny

& the cauldron of rebirth?

–

I’m afraid a lady bought them both yesterday

& the moral is get in there first

…

NEXT!

feral & free

Words have a right to roam

feral & free,

& mass trespass 

throughout Kinder Scout

& further

…

Such as Mam Tor

or the mental world of thought,

whilst pretending to be an accountant

or if they like – a taikonaut

…

(because)

It’s all up to them & mean man no harm

beyond sticks & bricks they cannot hurt us,

however: Some words trample crops

& intentionally spook livestock

& leave gates open on purpose

…

Bloody poets

…