TROLL IN MY LIVING ROOM Came across a troll in my living room there on my laptop on every phone bashing a big drum like those cave trolls in an orc army not a beat to ever dance to unless you have flat, fat feet.
Tag Archives: satire
AND NOW WE KNOW
AND NOW WE KNOW and now we know a Heaven on Earth is not for sharing the beauty of its precincts matched by the horror of its walls and the power that is prayed for in its golden temples seem so cynical in the light of the multitudes who suffer in this life
TUMBLE
TUMBLE I saw you take a tumble fall off the stairway to heaven that great guitar riff playing in the background and so you fell plunged further hit harder than him hurled headlong in that poem by Milton the whole of humanity screamed at your fate demanded you be saved but you did not, could not budge your crimes, though spin-doctored were insanely terrible.
TURING TEST
TURING TEST see you posing as trying to be pretending to be purporting to be an ntellectual this you somehow cannot be obviously in human terms I would stoop to the political correctness to label you: cerebrally challenged but if your intelligence just so happen to be artificial I would inquire whether something in your hardwire might not have been substandard perhaps gone radically wrong all your chips jammed up too much sickly slimy spin saturating the silicon innards . making your tech feel stolid steampunk, the crowning achievement of a now distant century
OH MUSE OF SATIRE
OH MUSE OF SATIRE
oh muse of satire
make the armies small
as the pipsqueaks of Lilliput
make the kids big
as the giant children
of Brobdingnag
then
in the eyes of God
we can have us
a fair
fight!
PHYSICS IN A BOX
PHYSICS IN A BOX
the physics
of a box
is such
that if
pressure
is applied
squeeze
is made
something will leak
or rather
burst out
explode
blow up in
to the faces of those
informed by
the highest principles
ignore the basic lase
of boc physics
(physics
in a box)
LATEST
LATEST our latest pandemic is despair such lunacy there amongst the political class contagious as a virus infectious as a même and the idiocy of it all unique in humanity to forget in an instant all we have learnt and tune out truth and critical thinking could not be more antithetical to the sickness project
SPECTACLES
SPECTACLES
my spectacles
are too foggy
for this world
this world
is too foggy
for these
spectacles
you may
call this
serendipity
but I call
it shit
unable to
see anything
past my
nose
no hope of
validating
even the mildest
of all
these
global
conspiracies
some
of course
with their
own spectacular fog machines
OF THE AGE
OF THE AGE lies live lies survive lies fly all over the place so much destruction in their wake their instinct being to replicate split like mutant cells divide and be careful how you yourself do define for here service to the lie loses the light goes completely blind for shadow has shown too easy it be to mistake the love of a death embrace become the thing we fear we hate the beautiful hypocrite of the age the lie in us so consummate
A WORD
A WORD
let me have a word
let me fill
you in
from a poetry
am going to need
twenty, maybe
thirty
thousand
characters already
oops1 sorry,
my apology
did I say
“characters”?
that was a bit
of a fatal Freudian slip
I meant to say “words”;
no sorry: lines
no I am completely wrong
in the wrong
to do this justice
I need to write
the final
death count
as poems
poems 2 die for 