new poems again

 

Tech High

On the back of things be ready to go

Push the button to initialize the system

Hear it hum and synch up star to work

It’s a joy to behold knowing we live

In the age of the microchip

Human workers replaced by robots

Male loves replaced by auto dildos

Female lovers replaced by sex dolls

Too much AI too little attitude

Get sex on demand without a No in sight

Welcome to the 21s Century high tech world

Was the end of the 19^th the same?

 

Another Bump

The moped flies into the back of the jeep

Bits of moped and rider whizzing everywhere

Thrown here and there like confetti

No wedding scene half a death now!

Bloodied face teeth on the floor

An arm cleanly severed still twitching

Rider’s helmet in two bust pieces

Made in China by CCP turtles

Shame about the Japanese moped

Hear the medic distant sirens

They’ll patch the half dead guy up

With brown paper and box tape

Just another day another bump

 

 

Take it up the bum/electric blue lizard snail/rampant wrong type sex!

 

 

 

 

 

dead dreams

if you want something doing

better of do it yourself

this is the only way

think how you relied on others

they let you down

time and again oh how it is

plan to do something

don’t rely on people

they’re full of it

do it yourself

make it happen

or your dreams die

idle dead dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

What A Career

 

What A Career

The call centre agent once had a past job decades ago. This job was as a hitman doing hit on targets that deserved to die. He got the orders from an Army General. He was told what the target had done. This included a rapist who had raped a girl. It was good the hitman knew what the targets had done to give him more focus. Not too much anger to cloud his mind but enough. He used 45 pistols for the job. They never jammed and had great stopping power. Nobody survived or got up again after being hit by them. He done several hits himself and been involved in over a dozen others with his gang. They weren't like the frat members who proudly wore their t shirts. Those were all pussies. His was a prison recruited gang of smart hardened criminals. Often they got arrested on purpose to go meet a high profile prisoner for intel. Spending time in 'Colombia' as the jails were known. Yes the other crimes included drug production and smuggling. Both here in the islands and importing it from the usual places plus Red China. The communist turtle bastards were anti-drug but made billions from an illicit trade. Before the general one of the Red Chinky Chong turtles had been his boss. He'd simply ordered hits when he didn't like somebody. Make them disappear. A similar story to the rival turtle Chink on a different island. The ex-president knew that one and look at the trouble that had made. Both as mayor and then president. Drugs brought in big money but were dirty in their result. Money laundering was better. From producing high quality fake bills to investing legal money from gambling in new building projects. Next to gold real estate was the best financial investment. Of all his crimes the hitman enjoyed the hits. They were personal and solved real world problems. Yes there were risks but he was a smart methodical man. Right now he was a call centre agent. What a career he'd had.