The endeavor of man gods



In the lab of man gods i am way pass the time 
i was begging for my caged  immortal  end 
those mad egotistical scientist of moral crime 
Who have gone completely round the bend  
believe in giving immortality to the dying  
so their fanatic will shall be done 
Their maniac laughs drown out the crying 

And
A barrel of rum will be my casket 
yeah
I’ll cross the river styx in my basket 
While 
I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee 
Yeah 
On an island i’ll get out still a raindog 
Yeah oh yeah 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 

Allah's brewed up jihads will never win peace 
Jesus can never return from whence he never came 
Buddha sits taking his placebos on his sheepskin fleece 
God’s spill from his blood bath still rains death with flame
While they give out immortality to the dying  
All so their fanatic will shall be done 
While their maniac laughs drown out the crying 

And
A barrel of rum will be my casket 
yeah
I’ll cross the river styx in my basket 
I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee 
Yeah 
On an island i’ll get out still a raindog 
Yeah oh yeah 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree 
Just to cock my leg on life's tree
Then i’ll jump from that rock into the river 
To be swept drunkenly out to sea 
Lost where peace will finally deliver 
To be lost forever from man gods endeavor


 © By bg 2020

eternities devils

disengaged 

birds flew

bye

sigh 

people wearing mask 

me in mine

nothing new

hiding corpse blue

how do they breathe 

suffocate 

in their deceased beliefs 

wearing wrist watch wreaths 

while i don’t write 

anymore 

the world took its toll

from rocky peaks i roll

i was just a delusion 

that angels flew

bye 

wings disengaged 

plummeting

into 

eternities

hell 

through 

my

shot round 

gaps 

©by bg 2020 

school play review

the fantastical Mr Trump 

plays 

peter peter peter 

and from 

rapunzels golden tower 

so sue me

judas 

delusional   preformances 

didnt bungle 

a singular word 

afterwards 

Mr Trump

claims

to have played  

jesus christ 

superstar 

soooo 

suckcesfully 

Mr Trump 

who 

directed the play 

was quoted

as saying 

“the show was a 

revelation

no one casts 

extras 

into 

lakes of 

fired

like me 

i’m 

sooooo good 

at it”

no one 

but 

Mr Trump 

knows 

what 

IT 

IS 

catch 

the next 

performance 

at 

covid home theatres 

easter friday 

close to you 

for nz fake news reviews

i’m bg 

back to you 

voters.

©bg 2020

bargain bin wine

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

down on the ground 

it’s hard, dark and cold 

the gold doesn’t shine 

pass the penthouse monuments 

to where the street beggars mine 

the cities clogged arteries  

where they’re 

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

street preacher coughs and splutters 

tis better to give your debt 

to whores on crack

than  give it to evangelicals 

to save your petri dish souls 

from the hangman’s sack

after you’ve subsisted 

on dysfunctional last suppers  

of toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

its cold ,dark and hard 

telling time living in the sundials shadow 

drawing up dreams from an oil well

riding a unicycle with a rusted chain

hardly gives a performing puppet 

a chance to be a real human 

while living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

seeing stitching scars  on zombies faces

from faith been sown across their eyes

politicians get society’s to trust fall

another generation will march to war

for peace or to save the world 

politicians will turn their crusades

politicians will turn their crusaders 

into an empty blood bath 

in Blood Baths  we raindog paddle 

subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

find their lies chiseled on tombstones 

the hard ,dark and cold stone chips 

feeding the starving homeless pigeons 

in the park where they fornicating flock 

to their saviours monumental stone feet

to hear the politician sing honey songs 

for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices

battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK  

to find their hard earned change

just paid for another doomsday 

MUSICAL             INTERLUDE  

marooned on the rock 

where the song changes scales 

not the empty soulless notes 

the survivors  do come to learn 

while they’re leftovers subsisting 

on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

©bg 2019