Friday, 7 February 2020

new poems 333

Working Day
The people went out to do their business
Each enjoyed their line of work
In their own way and time

The serial killer stalked victims then kidnapped them
Torturing and then chopping them up to fry for supper

The nuclear bomber pilot flew his plane with great care
Making sure he completed his mission first time

The policeman reported to work but was always on duty
He was famous among criminals who feared his mind

The politician looked ordinary but was sly and corrupt 
He only cared for his own aims and success 

The hooker gave the best service and was rather sexy
Her regular clients included the politician and plumber

The shop worker always grumbled about serving customers
But liked spending her wage on beer and mixed kebabs

The plumber was a pipe fixer who was time served and skilled
There was no leak he couldn't fix or shitty toilet unblock

The oil rig worker was a grizzled old salt who relished his job
Black gold made him both rich and wise plus a living legend

The postal worker delivered on time all over the town
He liked the different size letters and parcels

The artist was much more than a talentless house painter
Her work was in three galleries and listed in magazines

All these workers did their job and got on with the work
Enjoying the benefits that hard work gave
A sense of success and completion




Anglo Saxon
Every one speaks Anglo Saxon
A Big Fuck you here
A Bloody Hell there
You Damn Cunt there
Wonderful words for us all
To use abuse and amuse
Translated to a hundred languages
For every single one of us
Do enjoy them all
Teach your kids

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