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

an arsonist haiku

lighting earth's fires 
bite one's tongue till it turns blue 
feast on the earth's dirt 
 
©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