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
Political
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
a tanka by a wanka -1 piers morgan
i turn on the box
to face the dribbling spigot
morgan the bigot
oak cast of poorly aged wine
blech i yell waking the house
© bg 2021
The endeavor of man gods
In the lab of man gods i am way pass the time i was begging for my caged immortal end those mad egotistical scientist of moral crime Who have gone completely round the bend believe in giving immortality to the dying so their fanatic will shall be done Their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket While I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Allah's brewed up jihads will never win peace Jesus can never return from whence he never came Buddha sits taking his placebos on his sheepskin fleece God’s spill from his blood bath still rains death with flame While they give out immortality to the dying All so their fanatic will shall be done While their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Then i’ll jump from that rock into the river To be swept drunkenly out to sea Lost where peace will finally deliver To be lost forever from man gods endeavor © By bg 2020
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
an unhealthy haiku
meek corona wins
climate change’s pyramids
gravity still works
©bg 2019
a reaping haiku⚰
play ground toy gunfights
grim reaper taping his foot
sends his kid to class
© by bg 2019
an obese haiku
flesh buddha waiting
to deflate like a balloon
bladder leaking piss
©bg 2019
bargain bin wine
living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
down on the ground
it’s hard, dark and cold
the gold doesn’t shine
pass the penthouse monuments
to where the street beggars mine
the cities clogged arteries
where they’re
living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
street preacher coughs and splutters
tis better to give your debt
to whores on crack
than give it to evangelicals
to save your petri dish souls
from the hangman’s sack
after you’ve subsisted
on dysfunctional last suppers
of toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
its cold ,dark and hard
telling time living in the sundials shadow
drawing up dreams from an oil well
riding a unicycle with a rusted chain
hardly gives a performing puppet
a chance to be a real human
while living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
seeing stitching scars on zombies faces
from faith been sown across their eyes
politicians get society’s to trust fall
another generation will march to war
for peace or to save the world
politicians will turn their crusades
politicians will turn their crusaders
into an empty blood bath
in Blood Baths we raindog paddle
subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
find their lies chiseled on tombstones
the hard ,dark and cold stone chips
feeding the starving homeless pigeons
in the park where they fornicating flock
to their saviours monumental stone feet
to hear the politician sing honey songs
for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices
battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK
to find their hard earned change
just paid for another doomsday
MUSICAL INTERLUDE
marooned on the rock
where the song changes scales
not the empty soulless notes
the survivors do come to learn
while they’re leftovers subsisting
on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
©bg 2019
an inheritance haiku
dead be dust or ash
children are our only souls
don’t leave them in hell
©bg 2019
