And so the soup’s, coming to a boil
Very difficult, not to get embroiled
Rumour has it, Hitler’s on the rise
Goose stepping, in poetic disguise
Jackboots kick open, doors of rhyme
Acrostics embed, swastikas sublime
Vaxxers accused, of a new blitzkrieg
Covid deniers, offer vapid intrigue
Enigma encoded, in sonnets of fear
Lady Haw Haw, sobs crocodile tears
All together poets, salute Sieg Heil!
Conspiracy theories, jabs are on trial
Contagious haikus, causing upset
Biden instigating, everyone’s death
God’s gone paranoid, so we’re told
Playing both sides, to steal our souls
Armband stars, equal covid passes
Monoku writers, killing the masses
Limericks are evil, piled full of poop
No place for crap jokes, tainting soup
Poets reincarnated, in nom de plume
Childish dark magic, one has assumed
So do ends, always justify the means
In war and pandemic, mania’s routine
By
David Kavanagh
Snickering sods with feet of clay,
Who can we friggen rob today,
Knock down the cleaners wage some more,
Contracted 200 less a week 4 sure,
And yes it is a fact,
The tory bustards hate the poor!
Ironic is the icy grip,
As death creeps closer on a bit,
Give money out, a bribe do it,
Salvation bought haw haw,
Think again fat hog, whaffor?
Don Johnson
{Australia where the government cleaners were forced to take a FORCED ON CONTRACT wage drop of $200 a week}
the incessant need for greed,
till you get old and frightened of your future prospects,
the oh so noble :} philantrophist.......
RETURNING THE ROBBERY PROCEEDS OF 70 YEARS ETC...
Void et Time suffering
Perceived across the void of time,
little crimes are little crimes,
but pay for them you must,
though we return to dust,
the spirit aint doing fine,
it gets a bit nonplussed?
A better life it thought 4 sure,
be born to riches haw, haw, haw,
come uppance on the cusp,
the shitty stick is just,
you earned this place, pore, paw,
so sow to reap what kind of sheep,
or stay down with the poor,
greed and avarice drives you deep,
dog paddle for the shore,
Logic is of this world,
the games afoot tuit sweet,
ignore it, pay the price, be hurled,
where darkness shows bare feet?
Do you want it anymore?
Be a nicer sheep you bleat,
if suffering, karmic logic bores,
if why is incomplete?
Son Johnson
i used to think i was born with a curse,
but time ever moving,
changed me bloody verse...
expect good times mate,
happy santa claw,
n new year haw haw hore...:) Don
The prince of persecution,
A petty little man,
Petty ponsy polititian,
Who picks on the poor,
And thinks it’s grand?
Blinded by it’s giant ego,
Arrogant, bloody boor, a grinning,
Has corruption opened doors?
The evil side is winning,
“People power” will turf him sure,
If, not as brainless as before,
Haw de haw haw…
.
Don
Circle interrupted
The circle of life an death to comprehend?
The 7 levels, able to climb or descend,
Be not a bugger, a step up will lend,
Or slide with the lowest,
for bad deeds offend,
so many times, I’ve tripped and I fell,
the murder of friends, slipping down to the hell,
but upwards I’m climbing, not doing so well,
damnation around the polititian, the pompous its smell,
a spiral not seen, the camoflagued spell,
for we travel blind, with a clue, yet unspelt?
So have yet one care, when you’re robbing the poor,
Robbed in your turn, only ten times the more,
Payback does come, for an eye or a tooth,
Sow an ye reap, a slap down forsooth,
Within his eternal law,
So will you be returning some more, haw haw?
Don Johnson
Fatso
Greedy fatso, super rich,
Fat miners and some lunatics,
Tumor on brain seems to be,
Another treasure a certainty,
Are you following this pitch,
He he…
Imported workers, paid $1000 less,
A week for their distress,
To take the wage of Aussies sweet,
Like scabs of old, low moral feat,
The blackballed certainly,
Computer has the name of thee,
Aussie workers, to delete!
Only a thousand dollars a week,
From each wage the boss can keep,
Does it stick in the Aussie workers craw,
Scab labor brought in from offshore,
Or will they cop it sweet,
Haw haw…..
Drifting
Drifting here, mongst would be demons,
Cursing all who come their way,
Laughing how its computer, feeds one,
Smouldering thoughts be yours today,
Damaged minds, so full of hate,
Working making misery,
Oh I can upset you in the thousands,
Makes me feel, a bird of prey,
Subtle terror on your computer,
Worms unloosed to your dismay,
Killing off your computer boota,
Darkness fills the void n stays,
Always there amongst the human,
Hatred of mankind does stay,
Black heart demon, a world beater,
fickle fated, ironic clay.
The biter it gets bit for sure,
Payback only ten times more,
“Sow and reap” kicks down your door,
Ironic twists the knife, the more,
Know the feel, I’m sure implying,
What comes next, just after dying,
Haw haw haw,
It’s frightening…..
Don Johnson
living loving, then the leaving,
passing through deaths back door,
different colors same ol speaker,
never dead 4 nevermore.
been so many times the planet,
wore a petticoat for sure,
waddya mean me name was Janet,
i'm a guy now haw haw haw.
blink of eye an life is passing,
blowpipe, green Amazon i saw,
get that bird with my next shot,
get them feathers off, eat more.
Woomera notched on me spear,
reef it at that Roo for sure,
Echidna him good tucker,
love him, eat him like him, more ...
thanks Laura Breidenthal
Don Johnson
Francine's poem
hurting still in memory,
been there too at the gate,
is ya gonna jump old mate,
then got a little grin,
it might hurt,
a bloody sin,
made me hesitate...
no consolation:(
loves ya babe!...
Had been dumped, love of me life, hey:)
crossing the bridge,thoughts at play,
ridge e didge i was going that day,
but it looked cold n wet,
might hurt i thought, hey,
so i walked home at 3am,
been working the Jet club,
a bouncer in the valley,
soon not short of love,
the sad n distracted soon came to my door,
the numbers piled up till no room for more,
abused quite often by shielas 4 sure,
shirt lifters abounded, dirt track riders haw haw:)
Don Johnson rambles on..17-aug-11
Him
Some indecent evening you may see a ferret strangler
While he’s baying at the moon
Horse farts seem a little angrier
If they cannot keep in tune
Ponce across the withered lawn
While the first new bindei stings
Bloodshot eyes hung over, mourn
Angels flop without their wings
Don Johnson
POLITICALLY CORRECTED
Ironic is the field of play
Pawns do fall in disarray
Minority groups dictate the word
Intelligence diminished so absurd
Changes made the law they say
Correct political stupid day
Don Johnson
AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY?
Sliding down the concrete canyons
Staggering onward evermore
Is the whiskery bloke the Banion
Might just get it at the store
Street kids pelting cricket balls
Swerve to dodge em once or twice
Off the footpath sideswipe walls
Scratch me head dislodge the lice
Frats aplenty in the city …………….
Plonkers sucking green paw paw
Bowels a churning ity bitty
Sucking eggs a haw haw haw………….
Heading homeward slightly frazzled..
With me ferret in his cage
Don’t want any crap or hassle
Feral ferret wants to rage ….Don Johnson
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