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

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


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/

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 3 drowning evolution

from the moons birds view 
earths feeble crop of green hair
is drowned by bald blue
i hear seaweed is healthy
mind warp to devolve whomans

© by bg 2021

tanka by a wanka 2 the elites trickle down effect

water licking toes 
gonna be drowned by high moon 
back to the pearl gates
a sewage pipe above spews 
busking outside man made hell 

© by bg 2021

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