the whirlpool

the old fleabag stared into his cup 
ever since he was a drowned runt pup
watching it runneth over empty
in a land where bones were a plenty
yet banks wouldn't let him dig any out
so he chewed off a leg to save his snout
stole a bath to sail troubled waters
tempted by neptune's buried daughters
the fleabag growled just my boneless luck
as he paddled in circles till stuck
a passing whale gave a farewell wink
as he pulled the plug out of his sink

©bg 2022

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

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

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