Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
When classes break
we’re on the clock
don’t jam up the hall
don’t stand there and talk
Get out of my way
I have places to go
why the fecking-feck
are people so slow?
I hop down escalators
I fairly run down halls
I get bored in the elevators
I bounce off the walls
I plan ahead
I plot my course
through crowds I thread
it’s almost a sport
Tik tock people
no, not the app
stop acting like sheeple
I need a coffee between classes.
Excuse me,
I don’t mean to whine
but if you’re not at the front of the line
you can run out of time.
Once you can order, there’s no time to play
“Un croque-monsieur et un grand crème, s'il vous plaît”
and it isn’t a moment before you’re on your way.
as I’m sipping my coffee
students full up the line
as I savor my sandwich
some will run out of time
This swarm of students
are supposed to be brilliant
but they’re too cool to hurry
I shrug - c'est la vie
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Songs for this:
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo
C'est Si Bon by In-Grid
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breakfast order:
croque-monsieur = a grilled ham & cheese breakfast sandwich
grand creame = a large coffee with heavy cream
“such much about nothing”
feck and friggin to my chagrin
while trying to monorhyme like Lin
i find i’m back at square one once again
in a square root of one imaginary unit tailspin
“gobbledygook”
the waters of vegetarianism need not be murky
even living on a commune in Albuquerque
but of some folks i’ve misgivings
of their Thanksgiving giving’s
so ask what the feck is tofurky
You may have a recurring dream
that you are not really the jerk
you believe yourself to me.
You may wake-up with a hangover
but can’t recall what caused it,
this is a sure sign.
Sitting on the side of the bed to meditate,
you may realize it’s far too late -
you gotta get going;
blinking you mumble “feck it.”
A voice in your head says: ”Go get em kid.”
You may plod barefoot
into the kitchen to brew coffee
only to stub your toe
on the edge of some hard reality
the sharp stab of pain
sets you off cussing again.
Meanwhile God has translocated
from His ineffable presence within the within;
to grab your mind and shove it up your butt.
You laugh but seriously have to visit the toilet.
What more signs do you need?
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Title seen on a YouTube video.
Made In China
Your electrical items stop working one by one
First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on
Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round
It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead
As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it
The VHS video player ate the **** tape and jammed
Your radio gets nothing but static on all channels
The mobile phone charges but dies after 3 minutes
The other charger that lights up but doesn’t charge
Red LOS modem light means no connection
Along with a new fan with a burnt out motor
Your car radio eats tapes ejects CDs and smokes
The aircon is clunky and spreads a virus killing us
All items made in Red China sub standard parts junk
Unskilled low paid slave labour don’t give a feck
Don’t buy anything made in Red China its crap
Music Made Me
I made it belong to me and it still does
Decades later the tracks are the same
Am I identical to the teenager?
At first I refused to listen to songs
But sooner than later it happened
My own path and choice and way
There was The Beach Boys and Frankie
A very varied mix of quality music
But it was one song and band
It changed everything in 86
The Bangles Manic Monday
One listen and I was hooked
And got the record and was fine
For I had an identity and a band
They set the musical bench mark
Over the decades many followed
T'Pau and All About Eve and
Pat Benatar and Joan Jett in 88
Voice of the Beehive in 91
And so many more awesome groups
Real bands doing real songs
80s, goth, rock, metal, indie,
Alternative, punk and more
My life soundtrack saying this:
Feck the mindless idiots!
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight
Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game
No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean
There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip
All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees
As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back
When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found
Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."
See how the alcoholic wants his drink. He's got a black can of strong cider. He's in the queue behind me. I sense his agitation. He fidgets, moving from one foot to the other.
I must have my drink!
His eyes fixed upon the cashier and customers. I'm getting my shopping. I make the alkie wait. Feck him. When I've paid, it's his turn. I carry my bags and leave. He hurries past me, a spring in his step.
I hear a pfft as he opens his cider and drinks while still in the store. We leave the shop. He's with his friend. It's a one sided friendship. I watch him hurry happily away. Oldham's finest.
Fecking loser.
You shoot at people as if they were paper targets
Not caring who you kill, maim or injure
Your outrage has been well planned
Not a single bit went wrong
You serviced your guns
Collected hundreds of bullets
Dressed the part in boots, fatigues and body armour
Then made your way down the main street
Calmly walking with guns in hand
Carefully aiming and firing at random targets
One round here, another there
Aiming at chests, necks, heads, legs
But reveling when you shot them in the back
Are you fecking crazy?
What the feck made you do this?
from New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
Big Data
What if we build a smart computer
so smart we call it AI
what if it grew so clever
cleverer than you or I
What if we build a big computer
to handle all that data
it becomes self aware
to solve our mysteries better
What if it discovers something
an origin a singularity
true nature of existence
dark matter or dark energy
So utterly astonishing
without the smallest doubt
it decides not to tell us
in case we freak-the-feck-out
Two toilets converged in a murky room,
Frustrated I couldn't decide on both
And be a reveler , long I fumed
Stared em down, my dignity in doom
To where it no longer became a joke;
Then took the other just as a dare,
And having perhaps the same amount of shame
Because it was available and wanted wear;
And because I really didnt care
Souless toilets did equally maim
And both night equally lay
In a stench where you MUST turn back
Oh, I was cursed for drinking all day!
Now my dignity was on display
I doubted if I would ever get it back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two toilets converged in a murky room
I took one different to the other guys
And thats made feck all difference.
So, farewell then, Father Jack
Let this be writ upon a plaque
"All things pass;
Drink, feck, ****..."
by Gail
Dear mother, can you remember me
here a clue my name begins with d
the one you left so you could be free
Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP
Thou in life I have failed
at least I tried, you fecking bailed
Dear Cathy, do you like to joke?
I do allot, but it’s a cloak
cover all feelings, emotions broke
Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP
Thou in life I have failed
at least I tried, you fecking bailed
Dear miss Scott, I’m not unreasonable
I’m sure you were unstable
i always deal with what on my table
Try to explain, you’ll be told
TO FECK UP
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