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Bathsheba Dec 2010
Rob the ***’s an ignorant man
Ill educated
Illiterate
A
chancer’s dripping pan

The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic *****
He entrapped her as his prisoner
So men could not gaze at her no more

Within a month
A life was spawned
Up the aisle they did flee
This is
my friend
Just the start
Of the
???????? dynasty

Deserted by their families
Cast out
To breed alone
Rob was dictatorial
A king upon his throne

No longer would she work for Smedleys up the road
Her life to now be governed by her husband’s crazy code

First came a boy  “1”
Followed by a girl  “2”
Followed by a girl  “3”
Followed by a girl  “4”
Followed by a girl  “5”
Followed by a boy  “6”
Followed by a boy  “7”

Now “I” stand in this pecking order
somewhere at the top
The inheritance of madness
Nobody can stop
The boys were brainwashed daily
Taunted with being gay
Withdrawal kicked in very quick
And with them it did stay
The girls were ****** and *****
Irrespective of attire
Educated so very young to
Suppress
all natural desires

After the birth of the firstborn
Rob decided to no longer work
His job was in the house now
In shadows he would lurk
Rules and regulations
Beaten with a stick
Quite an achievement really

FOR    A    MAN    SO    *******    THICK

Do you remember No1?
How you practised with your fists
Smashed his ******* head in
Til he was shrouded in a mist
He wore 4 jumpers every day
Because you told him he was puny
Are you proud of your inheritance?
You raving ******* loony

Note: No1’s best friend turned out to be a *******
but that’s a whole new chapter



Do you remember No2?
What happened when she was seven?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right
The truth lies in the vaults of heaven
She cut a blackbird’s head off
And danced with manic glee
You created all of us
One great big ****** up family
Proud?

Note: No2 ended her marriage after falling in love with
her 15 year old baby sitter



Do you remember No3?
How you decided she was loose
So she crawled inside a bottle
of alcoholic juice
Every day she went out thieving
just to feed her habit
Rob do you remember the day that
you made her eat her rabbit?
Could not put down roots
So roamed from town to town
Keeping her head above the sewer
For fear that she might drown

Note: No3 is happy and leaves the past in the past where
it belongs ... for now



Do you remember No4?
That must have been some job
for her to have been sectioned so many times
When you stand before your maker
Will you admit
to all of your crimes?
Or will you shrivel up?
Try to pass the buck?
Well … listen up here Rob
You’re running out of ******* luck

Note: No4 is now living with another fellow loony and
trying to normalise her existence



Do you remember No5
The girl now thinks that every man is a *******
Can you imagine anything that really is more vile?
You turned the girl into a cunning compulsive liar
Lost forever behind the shield of the constant surface fire
Are you proud of all your children?
Does your heart not swell with pride?
Is this what you envisaged?
On that day you took your bride

Note: No5 is on the lookout for a rich farmer to impregnate
her so that she can live of off his money



Do you remember No6
Oh yes, of course, he lives on the same estate
But he won’t give you the time of day
Is it time yet to contemplate?
He keeps his family separate
Tries to keep them pure
Antidote was easy
Separation from you was this man’s cure
Feeling any guilt yet?
Shame for what you’ve done?
Or do you still think that we are all *******
Each and every one

Note: No6 lives on happily with his family and has
had no contact for 15 years ... for now



Do you remember No7
The 7th child of the 7th child
Now where do I begin?
Fed him sweets and biscuits
Smirking with that evil grin
Kicked him out the house all day
Come the rain or shine
No wonder that he ended up
With a mind that’s much maligned
Paranoid
Delusional
This man was surely worth a punt?
But not by you
Apparently
You
****** up ******* ****

Note: No7 continues trying to slay the dragon and is more
grounded due to the love of his son



So ******* Rob and **** your ways
I will hate you til the end of days
You had no right to **** up the lives
Of your children
Or your ***** of a wife
And when you die
When the time is right
When Beelzebub has you in his sight
That’s the point the cork will blow
Time slows down and you will know
Your wicked ways were not a given
You will never ever be forgiven
Into the bowels of hell you’ll burn
To late for lessons to be learned


**ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
This poem has become deeply personal to me because as a consequence of penning this ..... my loving parents decided in their wisdom to divorce me and my brother Jack .... Oh ... how we laughed !!!
Bathsheba Dec 2010
“Love animals…Don’t eat them”
On the back of the truck
Do they really think that we give a ****?

As far as I’m concerned they are there to be eaten
Does it matter so much if there battered and beaten?

The food chain is there for a reason my friend
Lentils and rice don’t appeal
Why pretend?

Morels and ethics
You use as your source
So neatly nurtured from your feminist course
Stroking your egos with ignorant bliss
Never to experience that succulent kiss

Steak starts to sizzle
Smell starts to ensnare
With wild abandonment
I really don’t care
Juices cascading
Rivers of fun
Full and content now
Deliciously done

So take your morels and give them a poke
And as you swallow your ethics
Try not to choke.
Bathsheba Dec 2010
In God we Trust
Don’t make me sick
I will not fall
For that cunning trick
I have an advantage
My mind is free
To search
To explore
This sham fallacy
JC is a fake
There to control
Suppress all your needs
If you enter his fold

But ..

You don’t fool me
With your pious act
Whiter then white
Whilst you’re flat on your back
Flat on your back
With the ***** down the road
Or the hiding the sausage
Before you explode
I cannot abide
This man in a frock
Who preaches the word
Like a babbling brock

So …

**** your *******
**** your lies
**** your hate
And all that underlies

For I am

THE  SHEPHERD

And …

I walk alone

I am a my own person

Not anyone’s

**CLONE
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Oh God … please …. NO!

NO!

NO!

NO!


The last **** thing that I need right now is that ******* manic depressive poet writing yet another painfully boring trip down

MISERY  LANE

Oh …. How he loves his retrospective analysis.

Ok …. So you had it hard!

So what!

So ******* what!

You are not the only person on the ******* planet who had a **** upbringing.

Get over yourself!

You are beginning to bore your readers!

I honestly don’t think that I can bear any more self indulgent tales of abuse, segregation and bullying.

*It's just so

dernière saison.
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Have you ever woke with the illusion?

Today you fuse the fusion?

Thus everything is sweet

But ….*

By the time

The sun goes down

Into your cage

You will retreat

Moments of lucidity

Plague the true validity

Of a mind maligned and broke

Quick …

Catch the Keeper of the Key

Omniscience for all to see

For this here life is   NOT   a joke

I

Poke

I

Choke

I sometimes Stroke

But all to no avail

The monkey chatter's constantly

In his universal veil

What to do?

Where to go?

How to fight his hold?

Maybe …

In another life

My existence will be told

I know you see my weakness

As a blanket

Safe and warm

But…

Have  YOU  been in monkey’s meadow?

When the bees begin to swarm?


H u m m i n g


B u z z i n g


H u m m i n g



Bedlam in my brain

Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train

Traversing peeling papers

Unconnected on the floor

I now accept what fate beholds me

I am but a prisoner of war

Please ….

Take my hand

Please …

Soothe my soul

Please …

Keep   ME   safe from  ME

And when I live my brand new life

I will be your devoted devotee

I will pick you flowers every day

Born of wild stock

We will live and love so merrily

Souls will interlock

And if you feel a little down

I will gently take your hand

Soothe your soul

Keep you safe

*In my silken meadowland
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Out today

To buy some plates

Nought to my liking

I’m in a terrible state!

Stuck behind

a

Renault Espace

‘Yummy Mummy’ (sticker)

In pride of place!

It piqued my interest

So …. I had a peek

‘Yummy Mummy’

What a cheek!

A face that looked like a sicked up bun

Could only

ever

be

loved

By this

Wobbler’s Mum

Oh my God

It made me laugh

“Cover up those warts,

hey, borrow my scarf”


What would posses this creature from hell?

To create the illusion

That she was a swell

Does she not realise

That we all have eyes?

A priest would think twice

Before he baptised

You would cross the road

To avoid this face

Yet …. She’s out in the public

What a ******* disgrace!

Next to her sat a fat baby pig

Dressed up to the nines

Methinks …

“It’s time for a cig …”

As I inhale

I look up to the sky

Apply too much gas

“Oh **** … I might die!”

I slam on the brakes

But alas

It’s too late

No time for reactions

No time for debates

Crash

Bang

Wallop


Straight into the rear

The car is a write off

There is trouble

I fear

As I gather my thoughts

This creature appears

Bedraggled and angry

Piglet’s in tears!

I try my best to calm her down

Soothe her wobbly bits

But she is all a bother

Piggy’s got the *****!


So … I look up and down the road

See … I know the drill



Just one simple gentle push

‘Yummy Mummys’

Over the hill!

Now …. Don’t you go a worrying?

Piglet

is

Safe and secure


I toss old squeaker in the boot

Start on my new detour

Soon I’m home and fired up

It’s time to raise the heat

Piggy will be spit roast

Sweet juices will secrete

Apples are gently cooking

Tatties are crisp and just done

I invite the neighbours over

For some summer bbq fun

Old Man Rodgers sits on his chair

Tucking

into

Porkpie’s arm

Lucy Lee the ******

Gobbles with old aged charm

We had a laugh that breezy day

Love was in the air

We danced naked round the spit roast

With abandonment

No care


Soon the feast was over

There was nothing left but bones

We tossed them in the wishing well

With the rest of the unknowns

**So next time you get an inkling

That you’re a ‘yummy’ or a ‘babe’

Be careful where you drive my friend

For your life’s about to fade

Fade into the darkness

Along with all the rest

Please pay attention to these words

For this is my last bequest
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair

So … I put on my coat

Open the door
Cross over the road
Step up to the fore
I tap him gently
Take his hand
Silently lead him
To my witness stand
As soon as were in
My head’s in a spin
Unsure what to do

Please … Give me a clue?

He then sits
ME
down
On my threadbare chair
Looks deep in my eyes
So much love
There to share
My lips start to smile
He touches my heart
At last I’ve discovered
My own golden cart
He imparts me with tales
Of a life filled with pain
Not looking for sympathy
For the dragons he’s slain
He just wants to talk
Connect with another
Before long I realise
This man is my brother

My brother in arms
My lost fellow man
My point of existence
My part in the plan

This wretched man
Has set me free
To live this life
With empathy
My heart is open
My *** is full
I now have the courage
Of a
Sitting Bull
I thank my guest
And he thanks me
I invite him back
A
S
A
P
He doffs his hat
He smirks that smirk
And
I just know
Our love will work

Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair
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