Good morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Yes Sir I can help you with that.
Have you had any thoughts on how you would like to be killed?
Ok yes so like an accident?
We do have a couple of offers on at the moment.
We can do an industrial accident with a mention on the six o'clock news, or for slightly more money we can murder you with a full reconstruction on prime time television and a feature on the news.
Yes Sir, we have a full range of ways we can kill you and all at competitive prices.
Certainly, I can send you a brochure and then you can talk to one of our advisors.
Can I take your name and address and I will send a brochure out to you…
Thank you for calling, enjoy the rest of your day.
Good Morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Categories:
gibbers, dark, fun, humorous, silly,
Form: Light Verse
What Is It Part IV
And so the Divine Idiot gibbers and reels
Spreading through its own expanding self
As the motes within it try to keep up,
Advancing plans, making theories
To contain the chaos.
They are more aware than their Creator,
And damned for that awareness.
And beneath the mass of all that madness
My father sits, and ponders - what?
I hope he is lost in remembrance of our better days,
When we were just people
Just people
Living normal lives
Having normal thoughts, normal dreams
In those days we didn't think of the Things hovering over us,
Waiting to feed on despair.
Our thoughts were easy,
Born of simple truths:
The world is fair.
The Good prevail.
The Righteous shall have their day.
The Good prevail, yes, but at the price of
Spitting their defiance in the treads of the boots of the evil.
Categories:
gibbers, angst, endurance, evil, sad,
Form: Free verse
That was A Nasty from you,
The Coarsest from a shrew;
Men who’d ignore it few
To over it lengthily chew …
Your Upper Lip I might’ve attacked
And The Lower just swollen,
As through you’d my pockets ransacked
And my valuables stolen ...
Your utterances you’d made
To, perhaps, lower my grade
Their message, that of The Afraid
That my fame will never fade:
Gibbers which Fury frees
And would a victim freeze,
Their source foolishly excite,
Because vengeful blows invite.
Categories:
gibbers, anger, bullying, conflict, words,
Form: Rhyme
God gave me a great gift of glory
A gift of a good gracious guardian,
Gifts of Gaiety, Gumption and Grief
God’s gift grants no gates for groveling
Nor are they gimmicks, glitches, nor guilt
Thus, the gift so grand gives Gypsies and Greeks
The same kind of gratitude and grace
All kinds of genders and gauche gawky geeks
Are equaled as gifts of the Glory God
I have no time for gibbers and gabbles
But to glean through ungarbling gospels
Giving boys and girls no chance for greed,
No chance for gruesome grueling gossips
My gift is not gullible for gambits
Plus, my gift of character speaks no arrogance
Categories:
gibbers, god,
Form: Alliteration
Deep in the basement of the east wing
Lady Penelope keeps a Thing
With big teeth and claws
And horrible jaws
And feeds it her husband’s old flings.
While sister Edith keeps under covers
A creature that crawls and gibbers and mutters,
That’s disgusting and spiny,
Appalling and slimy,
And feeds it her old boyfriends and lovers.
Categories:
gibbers, gothic, humorous,
Form: Limerick
anticipation burns holes,
cigarette butt pennies,
edge-flared with embers
alight and undying;
and the juice underlying
the peptic wrack belly
wells up and explodes,
almost dismembers.
the touch, when it comes,
spider legged brushing,
black widow trail
of promise again;
an emotion insane
gibbers wild in the castle,
jumps mad as a hatter
shoots right off the scale.
in some skewed reaction,
recoiled in a spasm,
ejected, thrown clear,
nerves bare and bleeding;
the penance of needing,
frustration of wanting,
despatched in an instant
of intimate fear...
Categories:
gibbers, confusion, life, passion,
Form: Verse