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/

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

the sell out

as a fetus 
they threw me 
into 
the pits 
of
bottomless despair 
to be saved 
till  later 
later tills 
ring 
my fetus dry
KA-CHING

a place 
where there was no candy 
and 
no fucking rum 
to soothe my tum 
from 
green crayon lipstick 
kisses
sickness 
that stained me blue 

they the 
OmniOminous
OmnibeneViolence
ones
with their prune 
goose bumped skinned 
taxidermy genitals
hanging 
like dark stretched out clouds 
overhead 
ready to piss down 
oil thicky
sticky juice
into 
my lead lined 
decanter 
murmured 
through 
charred 
teeth gritted smiles
their past sins 
were now my
incinerating accounts 
OWED 
to justify bathing  me 
in their radiation 
treatment 
to cure 
me of my
freewill 
stupefied tumors 
befouling my eyes

i stayed 
unable to see 
myself out
silently slugging out 
an existence 
by mining 
the
maddening depths 
of the 
lead lined decanter 
for all the 
embalming fluid 
the decanter caught 
from the above 
booming 
incoherent babbling 
indoctrinating 
spittle 
that slid down 
to puddle 
in the 
evaporated 
tear acid
deficits 
i etched
before i lost my eyes

by and by  
stripped
of my 
amniotic blanket
 by 
priestly time's  
wriggly maggot hands 
and just 
to feel warm 
and must 
as a beast 
feel warm as ice 
as a least
i would soak myself 
into 
the embalming fluid
to weigh myself down 
to turn
my hard 
driedfried 
out fetus shell
into
angel dust 
as
KA-CHING
 i sold out 
to a 
higher dealing authoritative 

© by bg 2021

cold turkey

on the abyss endless steppe 
i stood 
watching my soul evaporate 
as i breathe out 
trying to warm 
my cold cold hands 

galloping past 
a crow caws at me 
from the back
of a wild pale horse 
heading east 
towards the river styx

i continue west 
a pack of salivating wolves 
orbiting 
my cold turkey aura 

i am unconcerned 
the insulated hut 
was claustrophobic
better 
to be out in the wild 
free of feeling lost 
trying to act 
civilised 
or 
as some 
propagandist 
call 
religious 

anyways
i could still see the abyss
through the huts
blood stained 
macabre 
glass windows 
with the clawed tattered
thermal
hell fire red
curtains 

i could still feel the abyss
sighing 
through the floor cracks 
whistling 
through the keyhole
waiting 
for the frozen tundra 
to melt 
within the 
crematorium 
before 
the abyss 
freezes over again 
my crushed 
ashes 
absorbed 
into the frozen tundra 

better 
to ignore the gods 
numbered 
pebbles 
to walk the endless abyss 
to allow
the soul to evaporate  
far
far beyond the reach 
of the 
doctors 
the 
priest 
and the 
spiritual nets 
that'll
take your gold teeth
to cradle you 
in highly perishable
myths 

i continue to walk 
beyond 
the river styx
only 
breathing out 
only  
breathing out 
so as not 
to 
inhale the gas  
to choke
within 
the gods 
bricked retort 

© by bg 2021