a child did play

living in a cat house i did imbibe 
breakfast lunch and dinner ,rum
when my heart got a bad vibe 
as into hel my soul did succumb 
into this mayhem i went willing 
ever the adventurer of planets
i spent my youth on good living 
life was all about the organics 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

when i woke i smelt cinder on ice 
a dream avalanche had freed me
i'd seen the inconsistent tree of splice
its leaves in all of life's potpourri
hel whispered hun you never slept 
we sat down to a lovers feast 
where the rottin food wept 
i excused myself exiting stage east 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i began traveling here and there 
in time meeting a numbskull killer
jumping round like a mad hare
using their diarrhea for filler 
as their phony baloney theory
machine gun splattering feces 
hoping something would marry
instead ricochets killed their species 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
 
finding an anchor fossilized in tar
i climbed the corrupted  spine chain 
through each link i saw suffering afar 
then through clouds i reached the nobodaddy brain 
inside i saw scarecrows pulling levers of errors
while tin men dragged lions by the tail  
towards a furnace to feed the created terrors 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i saw spirits tongues painting lead gold
explaining the madness of this mind 
mind weighed its lead purity by lies sold  
lead barreled wine spinal fluid created the blind 
the blind kings bungled round in the dark
the inequalities of hierarchy broke the scales 
to the echoes of suffering the kings didn't hark 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

a zephyr carried me from the stem 
into the sun where my ash will be  defied  
the sacred ground of the noboddadies phlegm
where he buries those he had wholly crucified 
lost in their eternal unfulfillment
trying to make a ladder from their crosses 
to climb into their own enlightenment 
unable to smell decay with their broken proboscis

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

© by bg 2021

jokes are like smokes

i tell you jokes are not funny 
when told to you by a bunny 
unless the timing is sunny 
causing the sky to rain money

theres videos of you in gaffs 
using suicide bomber puns 
if you got some laughs 
you better get the runs

you were a cat throwing shade 
now your in the stockade 
cause they found a grenade 
when the timing police did a raid

assholes in cars
assholes in bars 
you thought you were stars
now you're pickles in jars 

fame is such a cruel concubine
you thought you her valentine 
in sand she drew the punchline 
your just the olympic goldstein 

© by bg 2021

goldstein-see george orwell 1984 for meaning 🙂 

the author does believe most jokes are cruel/mean etc, however the author is guilty of laughing at cruel/mean etc jokes but whose laughter does not condone the practice of mean/cruel etc jokes in real life. 
the author has also been known to tell cruel/mean etc jokes very badly for which he apolojizes or in twenty years apologies for, which ever comes first.

 

tanka by a wanka 6 jeff bezos

bezos you old dog 
did laika see god today 
bet your slaves saw red 

did you crap in your space suit 
you cannot afford a break

© by bg 2021
published a little late,but it was written i little early so balance and all that .🙂

grand old deceiver

something felt 
broken
flattened 
maybe 
the goddam earth
had been 
folded
by the
grand old deceiver 

had it been 
shelved
filed
categorised 
into 
different boxes
decks
to be 
reshuffled later 
by the 
grand old deceiver 

will hearts 
beat 
clubs 
will diamonds 
wear out
spades 
who nominates 
who shuffles... 
what happened 
to the fifth
to the 
permanent...  
was it
slipped 
up the 
robed sleeve 
of the 
grand old deceiver

spite and malice 
disguised
as 
love thy neighbor  
it's just a game 
of
cat and mouse 
that ends
in
misery 
playing solitaire 
in rwanda
drunk on ubuki
with
discarded cards 
germany 
once bent
then was
scratched and marked
by other 
cheating
tribes/nations
before and after 
germany's
wrangling hands 
or 
simply 
sleight of hand 
by the
grand old deceiver

© by bg 2021

twas the theme to sesame street

waking up every future day 
head in a silver cloud of pain 
swallow my delinquent  pills 
watching rivers go down the drain  

i farted in an empty square room 
where reaper noses tuck you inn 
i swear i tooted a tune of doom 
twas the theme to sesame street

friends are just lemon used cars 
junkyard frogs full of air croaking 
better just to let them rust away 
its their pistons they're stroking 

sometimes i will hear their static 
on my battery draining radio 
sounds bagpipe tuning  asthmatic 
twas the theme to sesame street

i'm in the outhouse meditating 
spinning bogg paper into rhyme 
when i hear the doorbell ringing
my shit stinks guess i ate thyme 

will the parlor flood doors let in light
will the trashcan get washed away  
what was the devil fiddling all bright 
twas the theme to sesame street

epitaph 

just like big bird he had no flight
his imaginary fiends were real 
from the playground he walked 
knowing it was all just surreal 

upon his throne he was dissolved 
by a choir of angels gagging 
what they sung has been solved 
twas the theme to sesame street
twas the theme to sesame street

RIP

© by bg 2021

Sin ,Yeah….. Nah

why do we all need to bee 
Put in tacky boxes of sin
Can’t we just stick to right or wrong 
While we drink our bottles of gin 
Finding topics in a burning bin

True or false have got us lost 
Up or down science can’t tell 
There's a line but where do we cross 
Jesus stood us up at the well 
We all caught the devil when he fell 

Stones are heavy when gathered 
so we all throw around our shit
These days it's far to heavy 
So it won’t go down as wit 
But it would be golden moonlit

The elites wrote the books 
To convince us to judge ourselves 
Cause while we are navel gazing 
They will burn our bookshelves 
Colonialism makes us satan's elves 

Long ago i believed in freedom 
Now i know it’s but a sinfulled lie 
Like all the other foolish words 
bantered around to get people to die 
To stop the falling of a gods sky 

© by bg 2021

Ok , so, I was having a read around  this morning , being a complete stud, jumping from one blogger's bed to another when this post lit a fuse and exploded . i mean i was just gonna post a comment but then went full leather poem on it .
Anyways link below to the cause of the creation of this poem .There were, are other causes. Too many to mention. This was just the killa 🙂 

https://aktionkilla.wordpress.com/2021/07/07/comment-777/

safari lady

safari lady 
strode 
across the back 
of a 
zebra
in flattened
snake skin 
bare feet 
brushed lightly 
with sand 
left over
from this mornings 
barren
beach walk 

safari lady 
woreout 
pink 
pin striped 
liberty 
bell bottoms 
while crossing 
a
black and white 
semiarid 
world 
of ever
increasing
desertification 
circles 

The thermal currents 
lifted her 
buzzard
black hair
into
wings 

A black crop top 
hid her 
sagging jowl
exposed breast
leaving her
vulnerable 
mid age drift 
exposed 
so
i never saw 
safari ladies 
bloodshot
electrocardiogram
red 
flatlined 
eyes 

In her 
righteous 
gripping talon
clamped tight 
a street magnum 
sat 
cradled
as cold 
as a 
dormant steel
mouse 

SHIT

spilt
hot coffee 
awakening 
left me 
dehydrated 
and
ready to
fade out  
a
scream 

BANG 

safari ladies 
Philadelphia cream cheese skin 

SPLATTERED 

With blood red lipstick 
from another woman
by cheats 

I discreetly left 
stage right
to wipe 
off
some 
blood red lipstick 
from my 
cleopatra 
grape lovers
popsicle 
farewelled 
iced scream
smile 

© by bg 2021

the legend off jack doe

second i was born reformed
beliefs just thought i was deaf punk 
as my songs got more outta tune 
judges thought i was in a down beat funk 
geez bees  
i was a screaming acid metal junk 

well im just your suicide jumper busker 
on the departure platform i drop my hat 
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker 
to tune into this station 
well the world ain't flat  
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat 

i fretted over the sleepers i laid 
left behind me some fresh bending blue tracks
rum amped the bad ass deeds i delayed
as i went on a sustained attack 
all day long licking snow off the lines
geez bees  
backmasking hypno crossroad neon signs 

well im just your suicide jumper busker 
on the departure platform i drop my hat 
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker 
to tune into this station 
well the world ain't flat  
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat 

i won't leave any one hit wonders behind 
no band-aids could ever staunch my minds tempo 
as mayflies dance on the crescendo aligned 
they screamed out my last stage name 
JACK DOE
JACK DOE
i layed down a ghost track critics could reject 
geez bees 
that i never never used any special effects 

well im just your suicide jumper busker 
on the departure platform i drop my hat 
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker 
sow tune into this station 
cause the world ain't flat  
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

© by bg 2021

father father quite contrary

father father quite contrary 
how does your colonised garden grow
with sweet blood and bones 
and all hidden graves in a row
and all hidden graves in a row

father father quite contrary
how does your cities wallet grow 
by others blood,sweat and tears
i read you reap what you sow 
i read you reap what you sow 

father father quite contrary 
how does your congregation  grow 
why with corporate backed syrupy lies 
and spin doctors whose halos don't glow
and spin doctors whose halos don't glow

father father quite contrary 
how will your hollow grounds grow
now that the stolen babies can go home 
and now on whose rock will you mount your scarecrow 
and now on whose rock will you mount your scarecrow 

©by bg 2021

over 90% of this poem is by whoever in the past wrote Mary Mary quite contrary

tanka by a wanka 5 preachers

preachers of doctrines 
freedom of will purporters 
who block your thoughts path 
wrath will always surprise them 
for their myths are for the meek 
 
© by bg 2021