Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.
Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.
Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.
Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms with
reprehensible rapier-rattling and rancid rhetoric.
Clash of corrupt, contemptible cutthroats carves calamity 'cross
continents and culminates in catastrophic conflagration.
Pointless predatory and political power-plays pale as
pirouetting pariahic pyres patently a pyrrhic prize.
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14 October 2017
I'm phoning the Lord,
I hope he picks up,
I must register a complaint,
About something that ain't,
For me, no over-runneth cup,
My lawyer ran away,
With what money I had,
And I treated him so well
That weasely old cad...
Yes, turns out my lawyer was bad,
Left me here broken, crying
hopeless, and terribly sad...
I got a busy signal,
Would expect little less,
It's true of my life,
I've made such a mess...
Ten minutes later
I tried once again,
And my luck held, bad
as it usually does
Bad luck, not good,
it always appears was
This time I cried,
Out loud, thoughts
turned quite obscene,
Seems I am the first one
to get God's answering
machine
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