Did the maid ever tell you
To wipe off your younger sibling's poop from the tiled floor?
Did she- that worthless human- ever tell you
To wash the giant saucepan
in which last night's millet was mingled for supper?
You clenched your fist in defiance,
You darkened your face with a frown, tough enough to ignite a thunder strike,
The clouds howled,
And grumbled in your favor
Don't do her work, they seemed to urge you.
***** is nothing more than a housemaid, you said to your fuming self.
***** is paid to do all this work.
She pockets a hefty sum of money at the end of every month.
To wash saucepans.
To clean plates
To give leg, once in a while, to Daddy
When Mommy is in the labor suite,
Birthing another human being.
Daddy emerged from his bedroom
Where he'd been for a wanking session
Found you and the maid- his maiden- on the verge of eating each other up.
He flexed his biceps
Stuck his index finger out
Pointed at the darned saucepan
Pointed at you
You saw it in his eyes,
The maid was his maiden.
Categories:
wanking, abuse, age, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
I hear a song it doesn’t make me feel glee
Because my legs start shaking with a bursting pee.
I frequently listen to the radio for I love dramatic plays
But they turn my stomach bad like having a menstrual phase.
I observe closely those pornographic magazines
They make feel like wanking with all the nude scenes.
I touch my head searching intensely for hair
I keep on scrutinizing but there is nothing there.
I touch my ***** I’m afraid it has conceded
To again make it rise some viagra needed.
This is my unfortunate state of life
I have no woman, no lovers and no wife.
Categories:
wanking, fun,
Form: Couplet
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:
wanking, art,
Form: I do not know?