Miriam Millicent Mannerheim-Merps
Loved calling her two younger brothers, twerps
After she had her first child
Both were very sweet and mild
But when baby nursed, they crooned her with burps.
The sky held up, still.
The breeze blew on cue.
The cloud stuck glued on blue.
The bills came in mail.
The toast was burned.
The eggs had runny whites.
The plants outside died.
I missed the alarm.
Kissed my beau.
Kicked the cat.
Spat on the mat.
Waved goodbye,
off to work.
The day performed its ritual
rehearsed to a tee,
to be an entirely normal fit
in every way, every day.
Heard on the news:
“Nothing unusual today, it's just normal."
So today is yesterday.
Yesterday is today.
Perhaps we need a new script writer?
For Hello! Ah So!
Every day is different!
You just dressed it up in
the same thoughts,
the same clothes,
the same throws,
the same tweaks and twerps,
with same cast and plot
on repeat, repeat, repeat,
to make it fit just so,
Ah So!, as entirely normal.
my belly hurts
smelly blurts
it tweeps
it twerps
oops i've farted...
nope it's worse
She spoke of things
That may have been
Troubling him
He looked at her
And cried
Yet might
I do those
Things with you
I will be
As wrong as
She is for making
Me trouble
Am I less a man
That I am faithful
I am worthless
And made villian of
That I must respond
To her ways
She begged him
To love that
She might not
Speak of her as
A punk.
His refusal made
Her curse about him
In conversations
Might make it
Harder for him to
Rebound and be
Happy, she. Speaks
Of him as a punk.
He hears her words
Thru the gossip of
Strangers and
Says only a
Woman can love
Me these souls
Are twerps who
Speak slang to
Gossip,
And thinks making
Men weak through
Surpression
Strengthens their
Cause.
Causes which are
Undefined and are
Socailly unproductive
She spoke of things
That may have been
Troubling him
He looked at her
And cried
Yet might
I do those
Things with you
I will be
As wrong as
She is for making
Me trouble
Am I less a man
That I am faithful
I am worthless
And made villian of
That I must respond
To her ways
She begged him
To love that
She might not
Speak of him as
A punk.
His refusal made
Her curse about him
In conversations
Might make it
Harder for him to
Rebound and be
Happy, she. Speaks
Of him as a punk.
He hears her words
Thru the gossip of
Strangers and
Says only a
Woman can love
Me these souls
Are twerps who
Speak slang to
Gossip,
And thinks making
Men weak through
Surpression
Strengthens their
Cause.
Causes which are
Undefined and are
Socailly unproductive
Why why why revile ya,
why why why revile ya,
the stinking rich want you for their *****,
at $4 dollars an hour,
and no more!
Aussie ships on the ocean are clueless,
the Aussies crew is gone, nothing new huh?
Replaced by twerps $4 an hour serfs,
the sour smell of the scab, is so screw loose,
Government cleaners got a pay cut,
$200 a week less in their kick,
Liberal bludgers persecuting but,
the greed could make you quite sick? Huh,
Police shootings now are so common,
with one million scabs on our shores,
one million now out of work,
desperation does kick down these doors,
cheap labour fifo scabs,
@ $4 an hour an no more,
McDonald kids soon to be out of work,
Child labour $8 the score?
Third world Australia is coming,
the poor exploited for sure,
the happy rich are a humming,
and the poor are the bloody paw paw.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKzt4PPT5LQ&feature=youtu.be