a shorn turd

there once 
was a mannequin called sean hannity
who played
with the man boob of inhumanity
he lied
on air to feed insanity
to breed
high ratings with disunity
to blow
his Trumpets fake life sucking vanity

©bg 2021

johnny doe’s lament

lifes a bit boring 
without the whoring
without the drugs
and ecstasy hugs
without the drink
we'd never see pink
without deadly sins
life never begins
we'd just remain clay
for the sculptures to flay

everyone hates lies
until someone dies
then what whoppers they tell
forgetting to send us to hell
never speaking ill
our lives they distil
to cure our cyst and boils
they cover us in salted soils
so our stories don't grow
here on earth's death row
no ones left to verify
that we all could fly

© bg 2021

the fantastic mr pox

inside a cats litter box
you can smell
you can tell
the shit belongs to a fox

the fox fell into the silo
purge his screams
if your listening
from your dreams
before they lie you low

if you shake the box
that contains the fox
the scat that falls out
from the silo's snout
came from a corrupt book
written by apostles sook

public health warning

don't eat the silo's tucker
cause you'll get sick
salmonella from a prick
don't blow their clucker


©bg 2021

the anti march 9/11/2021 nz time

the freed nutzies marched on   parliament today 
silly goose stepping over graves
they ate the viral social media hay
while sitting in their batshit caves
herd covid attends all their raves

© bg 2021

tanka by a wanka 7 greta thunberg

poor young sprite greta 
trapped under her times fetish
giant carbon footprints
man's will to mitigate deaths
anti vaxxers won't save her

© by bg 2021

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