Paedophile blues

January 29, 2016 at 10:44 am | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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Hey

there,

mis-

ter

scout-

mas-

ter;

sittin’

in

the

dock.

Bet

you

did-

n’t

bank

on

this,

when

you

grabbed

my

attention.

 

 

Anxiety

January 27, 2016 at 10:09 am | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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A crushing victory.

Got the irrits and the shits.

Can’t abide nongs or nitwits.

Think I’ll shake myself to bits.

Anxiety.

Put away the jolly pills.

Out of bed to pay the bills.

Hi! to Life! and all its ills.

Anxiety.

Kick away my trusty props.

Down the slip and brave the chops.

Time to see if this plan flops.

Anxiety.

Bell is ringing like a brain.

Fingers numb yet bruises pain.

Crazy not to be insane.

Anxiety.

Cue the voices in my head.

Self esteem for them to shred.

With no dogs I’d long be dead.

Anxiety.

Ditch the pies and hold the sauce.

Cut the crap and stay the course.

Cry and scream until you’re hoarse.

Anxiety.

Had two coffees and a tea.

Diet tonic; plenty wee.

Think this Coke is bad for me …

Anxiety.

Stick it in a bodgy poem.

Cast it as a bad genome.

Stuff the edit; almost home.

Anxiety.

Fret us not the broken egg.

Life’s a deal; we can’t renege.

Up and go: don’t make me beg.

Anxiety.

 

 

Bitter lemon

January 22, 2016 at 8:12 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment
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I asked the grocer

why he was selling just

USA

lemons.

He said the sun had

fried all the flowers in

Queensland.

A melancholy

Eureka.

 

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