There they go again, blathering and blithering
hithering and dithering whining and pining snivelling and diviling jibbing and cribbing whinging and cringing mortifying and soul destroying wailing and assailing needing and pleading kneeling and squealing ringing and singing shouting and mouthing weeding and pleading weeping, weeping, weeping It is wrecking my head! 'What do you want me to do about it?' 'Go away, Go away, Go away! 'For Gawds sake' 'Go away!'
Veritas, sweet Veritas
your voice has lost it's gravitas your life has lost it's dignitas what dark hour gave him accord? Trump's hands have choked your vocal chord Disdain his cry, 'Hail Fellow, well met!' he wants to bludgeon you to death 'look out Veritas!' 'Rouse!' 'Rouse!' The ****'s bought your old White House
There amongst that blazing pyre
where burning flames are ever higher our culture plummets with that spire Nostradam is set on fire Burn Cathederal to eternal rest Europe mourns sad Paris' best History's eyes must look away arson and terror will have it's way not long ago the ****'s tried with shallow Fascism by it's side to put to death Democracy's soul yet Nostradam Cathederal's bell still tolls it rings for those like you and me We must stand our ground for Liberty
My brain has been nationalised
it is no longer my property designated neural number 23615 in the safeguard and armoury of the State I have received my white noise injection my chemical imbalance rebalanced oxygen intake calibrated for maximum efficiency deprogrammed and reprogrammed I am ready to serve my State this body conditioned to carry government property identity not permitted society inclusion revoked my name is brain neural number 23615
'Where is your ***** now?!
Gunther lay low amongst the rats in the trench. Ignoring the taunts he loaded his karabiner as his heart sank.One round left. All the ammo was gone. His men dead. 'You ***** **** *******!' Rising his body and wedging his shoulder into the hard ground,he let loose a burst of gunfire. A silence settled momentarily. Gunther looked up as ten grenades dropped from the sky. No time to cry out. An explosion deafened the landscape. Amongst the dead a figure lurked. 'Come on Gunther Fokker, you poor *******' There were the ghosts of his men. 'It is over for us' 'Let us leave this carnage and await our orders' 'Orders! screamed Gunther 'Orders!' 'We are dead!' 'Only to the Earth, Gunther!' 'Only to the Earth!' Forming an orderly line, the ghosts marched into the distance. Away from the battlefield. 'Sieg Heil!' 'Sieg Heil!' 'Long live the *****!'
Well, well, well, Dimitrious
here you are, your neck in the noose time is up, poor cooked goose look now who holds the rope in hand the drop is deep and dark and waiting for you, Dimitrious the scourge did you not scent the danger? the baby in the manger the quiet handsome stranger look how the blade grins it's appetite whetted it will starve, Dimitrious nor will it slake your blood the fibres of the rope kiss your neck such tenderness in that sweet embrace well, well, well, your eyes now well I can tell your bulging eyes beg forgive? not today, Dimitrious let us share our scars beneath the stars of **** may the Devil embrace us both our sins will not purge nor will you scourge again for the drop is deep the rope is long your neck is strong What is wrong, Dimitrious? what is wrong?
Hydraulic Harry the pugilist slayer
knelt on one knee and then said a prayer he begged to survive the gruelling ring the pommeling punches that made his brain sing No one was listening and the odds were stacked high he came out of the fifth round minus one eye his ears were in tatters and his nose a burst ball his face was a bloodbath,his legs said it all Out through the ropes he staggered from **** the sweat and the tears and the final bell knell Hydraulic Harry the pugilist slayer died the same night to an unanswered prayer Many's the time I look at his gloves two leathery sweaty ****** red doves sometimes the air will falter and tarry to the sounds of the crowds calling 'Hydraulic Harry!' to the sound of the crowds calling 'Hydraulic Harry!'