Short Bidders Poems
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What the Loo Cleaner Saw:
vicars'
knickers
hippo's
nipples
bidders'
skidders
hatters'
splatters
farters'
garters
written 22nd October for Jan's Footles contest
Ambition breeding cold determination
Every facet guiltily held in jotted keys
Lurking making numerous opportunities
Pleading quick reaction seldom thinking
Undermining valiant workers xenophobic
Yearning zealously among bidders
The fallen nest of life
whose straw lay strewn,
holds no bidders.
The ransacked burrow
...caved in,
holds no retail value.
The marsh land paved,
still resonates
through your cup of tea.
Twas their last plea;
which you ignored.
Real estate is only profitable
when built by people.
...But animal real estate
holds more value.
Form:
What I had luckily caught
One exorbitantly bought,
Long after I had it brought:
A salmon by a crowd sought
And for it bitterly fought...
Many bidders voicing their thought
Nearly making it a sport,
Save the one who had been taught
To huge sums pay on a spot
So as to remain on top,
As things become goddamned hot
To Plain Delay not a lot
And fast leave before he’s shot
Most competitive amusing employment
in transacting tired
old school entertainments
support economic
and political services
to and from
highest corporate
commercial out-bidders.
Most cooperative musing
wraps in sacred
musical new year vocations
for engaging transpositions
empowering
enlightening
bicameral humane/divine
deepest systemic
and widest compassionate
co-listeners.
The Body of Christ has been mutilated,
Placed on scale balances for bidders,
His blood used yet still in profanity-
Drunk by freemasons and the guilty.
The devil has seized it, in it he bathes and laughs!
Why not? why not?
Our Holy Lord has been desecrated
By clerical cupidity and nominal indiferences.
Look ahead son, look over there!
beneath that roof where congregates
menfolk and clerics
The Body of Christ
is being weighed for the buyers.
He came in dressed in black
and an ominous silence fell over the bidders
But there was no turning back
They had entered a vey dark realm
Then the bidding started
The bids got higher and higher
It reached a frenzied pitch.....
But the lady with sad eyes had made the highest bid
Silence fell over the room once more
as she stood up to claim her prize
How could she win,
When the auctioneer had just sold death to the highest bidder