Life’s A Beach

I am not you. You are not me. Me, myself and I will get alone just fine. Fine for that is life. Life in the suburbs is sedate. Sedated in the psych. wards. Wardrobe looks a little bare. Bare all at the beach.

Merchant Banker

Merchant banker willie wanker likes to spank her can’t thank her

change the lock adjust the clock darn my sock suck my cock

Mega, Giga, Tera

Down in those malls those super malls we’ve got mega stores and we’re making them bigger

1000 times more, giga stores NO!!! make them bigger still a million times better more freebees a million times bigger…   we’ll call them TERASTORES.

$1,000,000,000,000

A million to hate

how many men could I find to hate ??? how many have betrayed me ??? 10, 100, 1000 or a million times more

It’s just how you look at it; ’cos if you don’t have the time or the energy to hate then you will find true peace if only you look inside.

To have lived our fantasies

   I found you you found me we corresponded we fantasized

I gave without questioning you promised it all but you delivered nothing

had you really promised without thinking ??? or did your feet turn cold ???

And the Expletives Remained

The lines flowed, the poem wrote itself and the expletives remained

Fuck the Poetry Police! Fuck you all, very much.

Spinning Out

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