Monday, 1 January 2024

new poems for 2024

 

Bullet On Bullet

How do you kill the Archers

Who fired a ballistic anti-ship missile?

With a capability almost like witchcraft

How the fuck is this thing aimed?

Fired from the distant shore

Going straight up into space

Then back down into the air

Like a fucking meteor so damn fast

Yankee ships fired back

Splashed the Archer’s Arrow

Mind bending physics just insane

No drugs needed bullet on bullet on bullet

You get the idea New Year’s Eve 2023

Never in the history of naval warfare

Has this ever happened before

Anti-ship ballistic missiles after ships

Splashed by Yankee navy ships

Saving the civilian ships from evil

Sent forth by Houthi terrorists

Their ballistic anti-ship missiles

Flying 40 or 50 miles a minute

Many minutes to contact bullet on bullet

Happy New Year let’s bomb the Houthis…

 

 

Man in a black dress/now two decades ago/what metal club fun!

 

 

Heil Shitler!

Time for a big shit

Gone from 2023 into 2024

2 or 3 days of crap

Jam packed in my guts

Waiting to splurge out

From my German arsehole!

Mein Fuhrer I just shit for Germany

Sieg Heil there goes my turd

Down the bowl Berlin style

Did you ever shit like that?

My dear beloved Fuhrer

How I love you

More than my wife or mutti

 

 

On Auschwitz death trains/how many people had sex?/a last final shag

 

 

3 Hours

What will you do?

If you have 3 hours to live

No more time then you die

What would you do?

In the 3 hours alive

Before you were dead

Would you laugh or cry

Fight or fuck or flee

What you decide

Does it matter?

Last 3 hours to live

What would you do?

 

 

 

Times Together

The gay man took the straight man to the hotel

They’d just met on the street corner

To do all manner of secret intimate things

Things wish hoses drinking glasses and wax

If you were a fly on the wall what would you think?

Of their debaucherous illegal insane actions?

 

 

Galactic Invasion

Feel the itch in your right ear

That’s how it starts

Aliens taking over your body

Then the planet

Then the entire galaxy

They put in a virus

Makes your ear itch

Give it a finger scratch

Use cotton buds

All the way in

Put in peroxide

Nothing fixes it

Except a trip off world

To their flying saucer

Fix my damn ear!

Don’t start the galactic take over

Inside my goddamn ear!

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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