Some time ago
One or the few of human beings
Had figured to create a crepe
Before
They were hunting birds
And covering their bodies with no feathers
In clay
…
Produce the GUILLOTINE
….
And throwing those birds in fire
They figured clay is hardened by the this
And this resulted in cookware introduction
With what
The boiled foods appeared in Mankind
Due very basic eating the desire
This finding
This the finding
This the very finding
You were supposed to found
Being by then by nothing stupid really bound
The Garlic can be prophylactic or the medicinal
Stupidity against the modern world there is no vaccina
Some time ago
The humans were drawing scenes of hunt on caves the stones
Today they want that everything is digitized
Researchers, wankers, users of the phone
We reckon shall be greatly minimized
And then in land or the prior the agriculture
We won't be buying the imported the the fruit
For price exceeding any sane the bound
These centimeters are these way converted proper to the foot
Categories:
wankers, allah,
Form: Free verse
Curry Crisps
In 1981 and 82 at Littlemoor School I was in Junior 4
With the rest of the little wankers who were my classmates
I used to buy curry flavoured crisps for 10p at break time
I got them every day and even now miss them
They were the best crisps I ever tasted so yummy!
In a curry coloured packet oh what’s to come!
They were the highlight of my time in that school
Where I went from the bottom of the class to the top
England defeated Argentina in the Falkland’s War
I destroyed a school bully in the bogs by hammer punches
We called our teacher Miss Oliver Sergeant Sexy
The thing I remember most is curry flavoured crisps
I wish I could go back and get ten boxes of curry crisps!
Categories:
wankers, age, childhood, memory,
Form: Blank verse
MY UN-FAVORITE THINGS
Bastards and es
and arseholes and wankers,
Policeman and traffic wardens,
and PayPal and bankers,
I want to bind them with duck tape and string.
These are a few of my unfavorite things.
Gobes, and gossips
and stirrers and preachers
Politicians and Catholic nuns
and Ebay and teachers.
I want to kick them all off the park swings
These are a few of my unfavorite things.
When the night comes
and I`m up for fun
and I`m feeling true,
I simply remember my unfavorite things
and decide to share some with you..
By Mary Poppins.. (on acid)
Categories:
wankers, angst, crazy, humor,
Form: Free verse
Consumer act
Consumers consuming and submerging till they are consumed and spat out when they die
Isn’t it funny to think consumerism is all about tomorrow and when and why?
Consuming effort to think what people want is the defining point of an era of buy by buy
Immersed in a struggle to want only the best of things until you realise what crap is on a skip near by
Do we really need all of this in our lives or are we a bunch of wankers wanking to get high
I think of the globe as one big shopping mall and in some countries they have precious things on their shelves to sell as they’re not shy
A lot of countries have realised that being friends with the bigger boys’ means that they can borrow these things for a while but the cost will cripple them then they will cry
Never mind little country I’m sure someone will help you if your people start to starve or begin to realise their government was a big fat lie
Keep on consuming that’s what I say because one day the Earth will ask for its goods back or we will all go to heaven as long as you haven’t consumed anything you shouldn’t or to hell with you which is a bit like living in Dubai.
Categories:
wankers, art,
Form: I do not know?
Bollockticians ******** Time
You can't believe a word they say
The çants receive a world of pay
They daily rob bread from me to top up public purse
Pray God slay the queen could a republic be much worse
You fools it seems buy their flying carpets
Who pulls the strings on these lying muppets
They thronely lord it over me in my loan home
The only barren is societies broken window
The bailed bankers bewildering bonus bonanza
The failed F-Wankers fiddling fungus fundraiser
The off shore accuntancy
Makes more redundancy
I say don't forget Mr Chancellor
I pay your rent I own that chandelier
Who thinks the disabled need a funding cut
Treats them like a table at Bullingdon Boys Club!!
Then he reaches for his Ivorian axe
Guess who benefts from your slash
When he leeches on poor man's tax
Yet the rich get more to stash.
Categories:
wankers, angst, humorous, political,
Form: Rhyme