The 3 Bs

The 3 Bs
It's a case of the 3 Bs
And everything else that sets us apart
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth

Or was it jammed up your arse?
By upper middle class parents

Part of the ruling elite who run things
The 2 percent who think they're better
Not mixing with the likes of us
Except when they want our vote

Myself I'm not really bothered about you
Those toffs and Ruperts who live on the moon
You are no relation to me

Except when campaigning for your party
Telling the same old lies a different way

I’ve more in common with an alien

Do I blame the Old Boy's Club?
With their secret handshakes and sayings?
Each one a Mason and secret initiate

Been to the top Unis but mostly Oxbridge men
With a few girls now for Political Correctness
What a load of codswallop!
I think it's down to the 3 Bs 
And all it contains

Plums in your mouth
Opposite end of the spectrum
As bad as a chav in your Saville Row suit
Tell me is your son like you?

An upper middle class nonce
A graduate with no job
Working in a bakery putting cherries on cakes!
What a fucking nob!
Us working class ridicule and loath you

Detest all you stand for
The Blair's, Cameron's and May's
When in power you only look after number one
Doing cuts on welfare and benefits

Not caring on those in poverty or the poor
Blind to those who are sanctioned
Ignoring mental health statistics
Oblivious of suicide figures
I know one thing:

I'm 10s the man you are
Why?
Because I'm not ruled by the 3 Bs:
Beating, buggery and bad manners

This poem is for you

And the toff who said my writing is crap

You’re all rather daft!

Best Job Ever

Best Job Ever
I have the best job ever
I work for a witch
Yes that's right
A real life witch
She owns a software company
And just floated the shares
She noticed my writing and offered me a job
It was my alternative poetry
Followed by my explicit stories
Not to mention my cool attitude
That made her hire me
I get paid to slander world leaders
Her spells protect me
All get a poem and I tell all
But that doesn't matter just now
You see I write but I also fuck
I get paid to fuck!
Can you believe it?
Her company has a room
The Kink Room and it's joyous
Simply pick a lady and fuck her
There are free condoms and snacks
I fucked 2 gals yesterday
And 3 the day before
I'm having a day off today
But tomorrow I'll fuck my boss
She'll put a gold cock ring on me
And elastic on my balls
I'll last all day then 
For fun she'll grease my nipples
I'll do whatever she wants
Anything goes with the boss
Or she'll turn me into a frog
And rip off my writing
Then marry my brother
So I keep her sweet
By fucking her once week
My job's secure as is my love life
Join us in the Kink Room
In the best company in the world
It's a blast...

Hail the Truth

Hail the Truth
It has to be said
For it is the truth
The holy Truth
Written as fact
As true as night following day
The undeniable truth
Juniper Mother Nature and God acted
Gave the black man the ultimate advantage
There was only one way
The only way possible
Give the negro the edge
So all others were inferior
Especially the white man
An enlarged penis
Ten to fourteen inches long
Thus giving total superiority
Revenge against five centuries of slavery
Hail thee the black man!
The finest male of the species
Body beautiful obsidian skin
Satisfying white women
Their bedroom war cry:
When you go black
you never go back!
Justice against the white masters
If only it was always so
No underdog not ever
Past never to be repeated
An intimate law is now established
In all things explicit
The black man is King
Forever and eternity.

Infatuation

Infatuation

The dildo was factory fresh but hand made

A perfect precision orgasm inevitable giver

It was thirteen inches long and bright blue

Made from durable crystal that wouldn’t shatter

With either manual or automatic control

Easy to use and a joy to feel inside you

Where it was now inside a gal called Zoe

It was on machine function and fucking her

Dialled in at three hundred thrusts a minute

Her pussy was on the edge as was the girl

Orgasm after orgasm whooshed thru her

Till she screamed cried gasped begged

For more more more till this fucking kills her!

Testing new dildos was feel good well paid

A perfect job for a single college graduate

Fresh meat on the shagging rack getting popped

Not her cherry but her pussy like a well oiled machine

In and out all the damn way a sight to behold

The testing crew were all horny and side tracked

Wanting to screw the gal instead of their creation

The dildo hooked up to a fucking machine

Zoe shouted for more speed and the head tech nodded

He turned the big dial and pegged it at MAX SPEED

The big dildo was a blur and the machine squeaked

It was entering her pussy a thousand times per minute!

No human woman could handle that!

Not even one of the new Japanese sex dolls

Who was this amazing woman named Zoe?

They found out when the machine overheated and went bang!

It was the last gang bang it would ever give.

Cogs, balls, nuts, screws and bits flew everywhere

The crafted penis shaft left her pussy and flew far

Leaving a jagged burning hole in the wall

It went into orbit far above the Earth!

The techs bellowed and ran madly about

Their baby was fucked and very very broken

‘Zoe’ grinned and got up and whispered a spell

All those present visibly relaxed and she left the room

Juniper’s Daughter had been well and truly fucked

Going back to her disc to do some real work

The world needed saving and Satan needed defeating

Devil Be Damned Haiku

Devil Be Damned Haiku

Witch’s gonna fuck you

Rip off your Satanic head

Our world needs saving

World View

World View

There is a lady called Juniper

She has an issue with Lucifer

And passed it on to her daughter

Who enjoyed a good slaughter

Especially if it she was winning

For this was just the beginning

Of a long and destructive war

Where the witch became a whore

To do what she knew was right

To defeat the darkest night

In the good name of peace

There would be some release

Her battle cry was loud

To protect the human crowd

Even if people were so fickle

She’d feed the Devil a poison pickle

And fuck him up right proper

So his evil came a cropper

His protection racket was over

The luck of a four leaf clover

Till Planet Earth was free

And her spells said ‘So Mote it be!’

One World War

One World War

Fought both close and afar

Unmasking his disguise

It was some bloody tiff

Between night and day

Satan used his darkness

And the witch fought with light

To thwart Old Nick’s cunning

But losing half the time

If she were a gambler

She’d only break even

Such were the odds

In this loaded game of war

Part of the supreme battle

Waging since time immemorial

The fallen angel of darkness

And the holy witch of goodness