Saturday, 27 April 2024

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 19th 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

 

 


 

 

 

 

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