with apps. to Js. Gillray |
…work in progress…
Around twice a year I put out a chapbook of verses,
often on topical themes. The next one is due out before Christmas. Called “dismal
stories”, here are a few examples of how it’s going…
MAD
girl
someone fix my toy pram bomb
please it’s scuffed wobbles & one
wheel’s begun to squeak I mean
what if I scream
how much HMX was put
up my dolly’s bum you brute
see her swollen cheeks are red
soon she’ll be dead
yes I know revenge is sweet
look at the state of our street
I’d prefer a new arm though
when do we go
Ahmet Teacher seemed so glum
told the truth was martyrdom
did he have to use that word
what does he care
paradise will be so nice
peaceful there the only price
we shall miss my brother’s birth
day goodbye Earth
odds are even
epicentre crush
forces build below
only so much time
walls gonna blow
calculated risks
what insurance tax
free no MoT
car bomb attacks
earthquakes hurricanes
rivers burst their banks
meteorites explode
rolling of tanks
swordsmen run amock
schools get low on blood
loved celebrities
led out in hoods
guess it’s Murphys Law
rich or poor no dice
loaded gun the catch
checking it twice
birds
café
waitressing’s a lark but hard
work as watchers we should know
how they keep their cool I dare
say it’s an art
earning tips & spurning looks
cheeky buggers throw their way
no the gorgeous dish you see
ain’t à la carte
seasonal of course the job
pays but cash in hand one digs
teaches them deportment pride
seconds no dice
with misunderstandings like
Tit-Head takes offence & hits
out not on they have to take
steps it’s decide
how the greater good is served
learn karate that’s a fair
chop but this young woman gives
twitchers The Stare
no-brainer
finding new
ways to maim
kill outrage
shame
dropping old
ways to talk
understand
walk
sending young
people home
eye for eye
cloned
choosing no
compromise
seconds out
lies
ending this
message now
big mistake
wow
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