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Blood On The Tracks

28 Saturday Nov 2015

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There is Blood on the tracks

It is dripping in between the Sleepers

There is a Killer on the loose

Playing jeeper Creepers

 

But the Killer isn’t Human

It is of the Feline variety

It lives in the shadows

In the middle of the scrub

If you are close by

When it is ready to feed

You better hope that you guardian Angel

Is with you in your hour of need

 

Twenty years ago a Circus was touring country

New South Wales

It had sideshow alley Clowns the Big Top and

of course Big Cats

Tigers and Lions but it also had a Black Panther

It was a Black as the night

With a powerful killer bite

 

The Circus hit the town of Cowra

On the last leg of the tour

All of the locals came to see the show

The Clowns and the Big Cats all entertained the crowd

And then the Ringmaster closed the show

And all of the Cats were locked in their cages for the night

 

But the Black Panthers keeper didn’t notice that the latch

wasn’t secured properly

And he went back to his Tent

The Panther gave his cage door a little push

And then he disappeared into the Bush

 

The next morning the Keeper saw that the Panther was

gone

And he muttered a silent curse

Then he comes to the decision not to say a word

He doesn’t tell his Boss that a Panther is on the loose

The Circus is packed up and they all go home

 

A pair of large Green Eyes watch as the Circus Trucks

disappear from view

This Cat is going to kill

It might be a Rabbit or a Wombat

But it could be you

 

The Panther wandered the Bush looking for something to eat

Marsupials Birds Wombats all Animals were on the menu

The Panther ate whatever it could catch

Which was everything because no Australian animal could

out run a Panther

 

Then the Panther feels a stirring in his loins

and he goes on the search for a mate

Then he came across a local feral Cat

After a lot of sniffing snarling and tail wagging

The Panther planted his seed

And then went looking for some more feed

 

Over the next twenty years each litter of Kittens grew

larger and larger and meaner and meaner

But they only killed Animals

But their targeted prey was now bigger Bush Pigs Emus

Plus introduced species like Camels and Buffalo

The Panthers appetite was insatiable

There was never enough to eat

It might have to look for a different type of meat

 

Now we come to the latest litter

And one particular Kitten was huge

Three times as big as its Siblings

It suckled from its Mothers teats until it was weaned

And then it started to eat meat

Its first taste of meat was one of its Sisters

Then he ate the whole litter

This Panther has been hit by a Mutant Gene

It is already as big as a Lion and twice as mean

 

This is a Cannibal Panther and over the next few Months

It kills every Cat in the vicinity

It hunts and hunts until there are no Felines left

It has killed and eaten all of its ancestors

Now it has to find another source of Meat

Something that is abundant and easy to catch

It is now hunting Humans

 

A Railroad maintenance crew is hard at work in the

midday Sun

About thirty miles west of Cowra

It is hot work so they have lots of water breaks

But after taking in so many fluids nature starts a calling

So young Eddie Raynor a 18 year old only a few weeks

on the job

Decides that now is the right time to take a leak

And he wanders off down the track

But poor Eddie Raynor doesn’t come back

 

The last sound that Eddie heard was a low guttural growl

Then he was slammed into the ground

And four huge teeth separated his Throat from his Body

Eddie didn’t know what hit him

He didn’t notice his Blood soaking into the dirt

Cause poor Eddie was dead

And then the Panther fed

 

There is Blood on the tracks

It is dripping in between the sleepers

There is a killer on the loose

playing jeeper creepers

 

While Eddie was meeting his maker

The other five Railroad workers were sitting in

the work van

Just starting to eat their Lunch

The Leading Hand was starting to think about Eddie

and that he was taking a long time to pee

Then the van started to shake

And then it came apart at the seams

The five people are now exposed and vunderable

to a Feline attack

 

Then the Leading Hand saw this big black shape

It looks like a Panther addicted to Steroids

Then he was ripped apart limb from limb

Blood Skin Muscle guts and Shit littered the ground

The air was filled by the stench of death and the sound

of growling and Blood curdling screams

For Cowra this is the start of a very bad dream

 

The Panther lifts its Nose to the air

And he smells the Breeze

Then blending with the shadows it trots off in the

direction of town

Cowra is quite and peaceful

A sleepy little place

Nothing ever happens in Cowra

Nothing worth a mention

But soon Cowra is about to get the Worlds attention

 

Nobody has yet discovered the bodies out by the tracks

So the township of Cowra has no idea that a menace

is heading their way

As the Sun set people went about their business

Preparing Dinner giving their kids a Bath

Washing dishes and tucking their kids in for the night

 

Another day has come and gone

Not a bad day as far as days go

But for one unlucky local today will be a very bad day

For a Panther has picked up her scent

 

Sheila Rogers a middle aged Mum of two

Is sitting on her back Veranda

Enjoying a cup of Tea

She is sitting there enjoying the breeze

When she notices a movement near the Lemon Tree

Thinking it is just the neighbours Cat she calls out ‘Here

Puss here Kitty’

Then a huge black shape is rushing towards her

It is a giant Black Panther

As big as a Truck

Sheilas last words were ;What in the fuck?’

 

There is Blood on the tracks

It is dripping in between the sleepers

There is a Killer on the loose

Playing jeeper creepers

 

After devouring its latest meal the Panther goes

under the House and settles in for the night

It feels right at home beneath the Bricks and Mortar

Maybe it has found its place on this Earth

For the first time in its life the Panther feels safe

and secure

And just like a Vampire it sleeps all day

And does its killing at night

And this is a Cat with one hell of a bite

 

The bodies out by the tracks are discovered the next

morning

After the workers failed to come home

The local Police are bambozzled

This is more then they can handle

It looks like the workers were ripped apart by a pack of wild Animals

But the local Cops have their doubts

and they call Sydney for assistance

 

After examining the scene and analizing some scat samples

The Sydney expert tells the local Cops that the Killer was a Cat

And a Panther in particular

But Panthers aren’t a native of Australia

There must be some sort of mistake

But the Forensics don’t lie

And meanwhile the locals continue to die

 

For the next six Months two people went missing every week

People were seeing Panthers in their sleep and nightmares

Traps were set and Poison was layed

But the Panther was never caught

Maybe it had moved on?

Maybe it is going to visit your place

This Kitty Cat want give you a lick

It will rip off your fucking face

 

There is Blood on the tracks

It is dripping in between the sleepers

There is a Killer on the loose

Playing jeeper creepers

MEOWW.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Left Cheek Squeak

25 Wednesday Nov 2015

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When I was about Ten years of age

A group of friends and I were playing Cricket

in my backyard

A garbage can for Stumps

A piece of wood for the Bat

But at least we had a real Cricket Ball

 

Well it is my turn to bat

And I hit the Ball real hard

I tried to keep it on the ground

But I got a top edge and the Ball went flying

through the air

And straight through the Neighbours Bathroom

window

 

Well I nearly pissed my pants

And I took off on the double

Cause I knew I was in a whole lot of trouble

I ran and hid behind the wood pile

Then I started to relax after I had been there for a while

But before I could take a little peek

I let go a tiny left cheek squeak

 

Damn I was busted

I knew those Onions that I had for Dinner

last night couldn’t be trusted

I got grounded for a week

And I got the wooden spoon across me Arse

And I had to pay for a new sheet of glass

 

A few Months later I was visiting a couple of friends

Who lived in the House behind my back fence

They liked to sit around and watch Movies full of

action and suspense

I wasn’t one to sit around watching Movies

I liked to sit around talking about hot chicks

While munching on some Hot Chips

 

My friends names are Jeffrey and Norman

And this afternoon they are home alone

Their Parents are away a long way from home

 

After sitting around for awhile our Stomachs

are a rumbling

Which pretty soon turns into grumbling

I am so hungry I could eat a Horse

Or better still Hot Chips with sauce

 

So Jeff and Norm grab some Potatoes and cut

them into fries

Not too big or too small

Just the right size

 

We heat up some oil and throw in the Spuds

Then I watch some TV with my best buds

We got talking and forgot all  about the Stove

And the Oil got real hot and overflowed

 

Whoosh and the whole House filled with smoke

and ash

The three of us looked at each other and did the dash

 

Jeff and Norms Parents arrived home at the same time

as the Fire Brigade

While the three of us are hiding shitting bricks and

afraid

We were hiding under the House

The Fire was contained to the Kitchen

So why was their Mother still moaning and bitching?

The Fire is out

But our Stomachs are full of Butterflies

I really don’t feel like explaining the hows and the whys

We are laying low we dare not speak

But then I let go another left cheek squeak

 

Well this time I got a belting I couldn’t  sit on my Butt

I was red raw and pretty well cut

But I got what I deserved

And we had to pay for the Kitchen to be repainted

And when my Mother saw the bill she almost fainted

 

A few years later a friend of mine decided it was time to

walk down the aisle

To a girl named Vicky Babbage

The Bride was fashionably late and we were all waiting

for quite awhile

My guts were churning with last nights meal of Chicken

Chinese with Cabbage

I was feeling uncomfortable and mighty bloated

If I went for a swim I think I would of floated

 

Inside the Church the ceremony is just getting underway

People are really filling up the Pews

Just then my gives me some very bad news

As the Priest begins to speak

I let loose a loud left cheek squeak

I look ahead and try to keep a straight face

The Bride  and Groom are both embarrassed

 

A hush falls over the place

I cant stand it no more and I make a quick exit

as fast as I can out of the Church door

I know I have a problem

Sometimes I think that I am going to explode

Sometimes I can even fart in Morse Code

 

I try to eat wiser and get plenty of rest

Cause next week I am going to Pizza Hut

All you can Eat

 

Now that will no Hell of a Test

 

The Harvester

20 Friday Nov 2015

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Deep in the bowels of Washington Memorial Hospital

Is a small surgical theatre

The door is always locked

And only one Doctor has the key

That Doctor is Dr Studdert

AKA Dr Death

Dr Death the head of a secret group

A group that is in the business  of buying

Human Organs

None of the Organs are donated voluntarily

They are taken by force

But with surgical precision

Whenever Dr Death needs an organ

He makes a phone call to a man handy with a scalpel

That man is the Harvester

The Harvester is a like Jack Reacher

Except he lives on the wrong side of the tracks

If they make a movie about him

Tom Cruise wouldn’t get the role

If you could turn back time

Charles Bronson would be perfect for the role

Silent but deadly

But the Harvester couldn’t care less about a movie

He is getting restless

If only the phone would ring

All of his tools are sharpened and ready to go

At the Hospital Dr Death visiting a Patient who

is in desperate need of a new Kidney

He has been on a machine for a few years now

But what he really needs is a transplant

Waiting has put a strain on both Doctor and patient

Dr Death knows that this patient has run out of options

So he calls the  Harvester

The Harvester answers his phone at the first ring

He is really restless he needs a cutting job

He listens as Dr Death gives him all of the details

The required blood group and other relevant information

Plus the of an ex patient who could be a suitable donor

That suitable donor is currently at home watching his

Favourite movie

It is a horror movie The Slicer

The Harvester knocks on the door with a creepy

smile on his face

He stands at the door stoop his Heart is racing with

anticipation

The suitable donor hears the knocking and swears silently

to himself

The movie is just about to reach its climax

Talk about timing

He goes to the front door full of frustration

To be met by a sort of smiling Salesman

He is just about to slam the door shut when he meets

the Salesman Eye

And his Heart is chilled to the core

The suitable donor looks down and sees that the Salesman

is carrying a portable cooler

Is he going on a Picnic?

Well the the Salesmans smile grows even grows

even creepier

The suitable donors Stomach starts to roll

And for a moment he doesn’t know what to do

That is what the Harvester has been waiting for

That moment of uncertainty

And with one kick the screen door folds in

Then with a punch to the face the  suitable donor

is on the ground

Then the Harvester moves quick and with just a few

slices the Kidney is cut free

With a few stitches the wound is closed

The Kidney is put on ice

Then the Harvester calls Dr death and tells him that

a new Kidney is on its way to the Hospital

At the Hospital Dr Death is preparing the Operating

Threatre

The recipient is moved downstairs ready for his

second chance at life

But before the operation goes ahead Dr Death checks to

make sure that Fifty Thousand has been deposited into

his Account

Locating a suitable donor doesn’t come cheap

The Harvester just drifts back to his ordinary life

Living in the suburbs with his Wife and kids

The next day he goes to work at his day job

Just an ordinary guy

For a Month he goes about his business being a good

Husband and Dad

Then his phone rings again

Dr Death has a new assignment

This time he requires two Corneas for a Female

Patient

And time is of the essence

The Patient has had a relapse she needs a Transplant

now

The Harvester knows that this time the suitable donor

will have to die

He reads the information supplied by Dr Death

Another ex Patient of Dr Death has the matching Organs

The Harvester notes the Name and Address

Then he drives to the scene

The Harvester doesn’t understand he need for one person

to die so another can live

But who is he to argue?

As long as he gets paid his commission

He will carry out the deed

He rings the front door bell and puts a smile on

his face

The suitable donor opens the door

And The Harvester asks ‘Would you like to make a

donation?’

Before the suitable donor can answer she is shot straight

through the Heart

The Harvester lets himself inside and quickly goes

to the Kitchen and grabs a Teaspoon

Then he goes back to the suitable donor still laying

in the doorway

So he drags her out of sight

And then with the spoon he scoops out both of the Eyes

And puts them in his trusty cooler

The whole Operation has taken just two minutes

He has been and gone before the neighbours even know

that a Killer has been in their midst

For the next two years The Harvester is at Dr Deaths

calling

He does job after job collecting Organs from suitable donors

His Bank balance is growing at a steady rate

But his conscience is getting the best of him

He is way over the killing

And he wont do it anymore

But The Harvester isn’t an idiot he knows that his killings

want have gone unnoticed by the Police

He is losing sleep waiting for that knock on the door

He is a family man and he wants it to stay that way

So he calls Dr Death and tells him that he want kill no more

He is surprised when Dr Death instantly agrees

Dr Death says that he would be best to lay low for awhile

before the Police come sniffing around

The Harvester is relieved to be leaving that life behind

So he goes for a walk to clear his Head

He comes to a Bridge over the local Creek

He gets Dr Deaths phone out of his pocket and just drops

it into the water

That life is finally behind him

Six Months later The Harvester is at home having Dinner

with his Family

When his landline rings

The Harvester looks at the phone and he just knows

that it is Dr Death

He sends his Wife and Kids outside to get things ready

for the BBQ they were preparing

Then he answers the phone his forewarning was correct

Dr Death apologises for ringing him at home

But he has one last job

There would be no killing involved

The Donor would need to be brought to the Hospital alive

And for the inconvenience he will be paid $30,000

Dr Death tells him that the suitable Donor lives alone

And his Heart is needed urgently

Another ex patient of Dr Death is about to bite the dust

So the next morning The Harvester is sitting outside the

suitable Donors home waiting

It is almost 6.20 almost time for the Suitable Donor to

drive to work

Then the front door opens

The Harvester calls out to him asking for directions

The Suitable Donor is getting closer and closer to the

Harvesters Car

The Harvester waits for just the right time then he

Tasers the Suitable Donor and drags him inside his Car

On the drive to the Hospital starts to get an uneasy feeling

in his gut

Cause he has just remembered that he is also an ex patient

of Dr Death

The Harvester should of listened to his intuition

Cause as soon as he enters the Underground surgical theatre

he feels a pin prick on his Arm

He is placed on a bed and is prepared for an Operation

Dr Death leans over him and thanks him for donating

his Heart

He is a perfect match

And that dead men can tell no tales

The Harvester looks Dr Death right in the Eye and says’I wouldn’t

be so sure of that if I was you’

Back at home the Harvesters Wife is getting frantic

Her Husband hasn’t been home for two days

She decides that she will wait until Dinner time

And if he still isn’t home she will call the Police

But then she decides to drive to the Police Precinct

She goes out to the Garage and she spots an envelope

tucked under the windscreen wipers

She opens it and starts to read

She cant believe what she is reading

Her Husband a Killer?

She has been living with a monster for the last Three years

She just keeps on reading and reading

This Dr Death is going to pay

So she drives to her corner store and buys a pre paid phone

Then she places a phone call to the Police

She reads her Husbands letter to the Homicide Detective

Word for word

But to protect herself and her children she remains

anonymous

An hour later Dr Death is doing his rounds going from

patient to patient

attending to their needs

Then he kooks up to see two men in suits approaching and

he knows that his time is up

So he just stands there while he is handcuffed and read his

rights

Dr Death is in a daze as he is led away

He will spend the rest of his life behind bars

I guess dead men do tell tales.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Asshole

14 Saturday Nov 2015

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The Asshole lives on Park Avenue

In a Penthouse overlooking Central Park

He wears designer clothes and

drinks Makers Mark

He lives so high up

He can almost touch the Stars

He owns lots of fancy cars

He sits on an Italian settee admiring the view

He only thinks about himself

He would never think about you

He gets a servant to run him a Bath

He lays there washing his troubles away

What troubles? he has never worked a day

in his life

The heaviest thing that he has lifted is a butter knife

Besides the Servant he also employs a Chaffeur  a Chef

and a Maid

They are all overworked and underpaid

The Maid is the Assholes favourite

He sometimes demands some favours

He gets her naked and tastes her many flavours

The Asshole knows that she doesn’t like it

But he is the master and she is the slave

So she keeps her Mouth shut and behaves

He has no time for other peoples wants and

feelings

They all live in the Basement

While he lives on the ceiling

Today is Tuesday the day he gets a manicure

He will have to mingle with the common people

they can be such a bore

The Asshole tells his Chaffeur Maurice to bring the

Daimler to the front door

He slides in and looks straight ahead

So that he can ignore the poor

They arrive downtown and Maurice scampers around

like a good Chaffeur should

He opens the car door

then stands there like a lump of wood

The Asshole doesn’t even acknowledge Maurice as he

steps out into the crowd

Why don’t people get out of his way

for crying out loud

Don’t they know who he is?

Cant they see that he is important?

His business is more urgent then theirs

And those crazy people peddling their wares

Arriving at the Manicurist the Asshole he wipes

down the seat

You never know what Germs other people carry

around

He gets his manicure without making a sound

He has no time for small talk and hearing about

other peoples troubles and woes

He just pays his money and gets up and goes

The Asshole gets outside and he is confronted by

a Gulf War Veteran holding up a sign ‘Can you spare

a buck for a Vet down on his luck?’

The Asshole replies with  ‘What the fuck? Get away from

me you worthless piece of shit I can smell you from here’

‘Go and have a wash and buy some decent clothes’

You beggars get right up my Nose’

The Veteran is stunned and his Eyes fill with tears

He just sits there watching the Asshole walk away

He has given his nation great service for many years

This Asshole will have his day

The Vet gets to his Feet with a determined look on his face

And he starts to follow the Asshole but he makes sure that

he isn’t seen

The Asshole has no idea who is on his case

Cause this Vet is a killing machine

His speciality was getting behind enemy lines to cut

off communications

Knives Garrottes he would use anything to achieve a

silent kill

Some of his methods aren’t sanctioned by the United

Nations

But he did what he did

And good old Uncle Sam paid all the bill

He notices the Asshole climb into the back seat of a big

fancy Car

Then he memorises the licence

Then he heads off to his favourite Bar

To meet his contact retired Detective De Latte

But first he takes the Assholes advice and he heads to

his Hostel room

For a change of clothes and a shower

Then it is time to meet a Det down on his luck

He used to hold a position of power

Now he lives at the bottom of a bottle

and doesn’t give a fuck

And sure enough even though it is only 10am the

Detective is sitting on his favourite stool

A glass of Whiskey grasped tightly in his Hand

This Detective was once nobodies fool

Now he is just a shadow of a Man

The Vet asks the Detective to run the Assholes plate

He needs the Assholes name and address

And he needs it straightaway

Cause this disrespectful Asshole has a big price to pay

The Assholes name is Marc Andrew Colhuon

Of Colhoun Gas & Oil

The Assholes life is now like a bowl of Milk left on the

bench

It is about to spoil

The Vet remembers his time in the Gulf War

Where he found what a pair of Pliers are best used for

Extracting Fingernails Toenails or snipping off the tip of

the Tongue

Tied to a Chair those prisoners died forever young

Maybe that is what this Asshole deserves

Some pain and sorrow

A Knife in the Guts a Bullet in the Kneecap

For him there are no more tomorrows

He will take his final nap

But that would be too quick

He wants this Asshole to suffer for years and years

The way that he talks to people

Is enough to make you sick

It is time that he wept ‘where did the money go’ tears

But first he has to get the Assholes hired help out of

the way

So he gets his favourite Detective to tell the Chaffeur

Chef and Maid that they have two months off on full pay

It is finally fucking time that this Asshole paid

So at 3am the Vet breaks into the Assholes Apartment

And he steals the Assholes tablet and laptop

In the morning the Asshole will wonder where his devices went

And the Vet is sure the Asshole wont be calling any Cop

At 9am the Asshole finally rolls out of bed

He doesn’t work he lives off his families wealth and money

He goes to the Bathroom scratching his head

He is glad he lives in the land of Milk and Honey

He calls out to the Maid that he is waiting for his cup of Cappucino

But there is no answer coming from the Kitchen

He runs around the Apartment like a demented Al Pacino

He cant believe the Maid has taken a day off

He screams moaning and bitching

And where is the Chef? He should be preparing the meals

He is tired of waiting so he calls to Maurice to bring the Car

around

But there is no answer

Where is everybody? Is this for real?

The Asshole doesn’t know what to do

He owns a Daimler but he cant drive

He cant function without people attending to his needs

But first he needs some Caffiene to stay alive

Then he will go home and call the hand that feeds

After his Coffee fix the Asshole arrives back home

Then he notices the empty space where his tablet and

laptop should be

He feels like a Dog who has lost his Bone

Dear God why me? why me?

The Vet has been busy

He has recruited a Computer and Financial expert to

examine all of the Assholes Bank and Credit Card Accounts

And then like a Pea they are frozen

The Vet would sure like to see the look on the Assholes face

when he realises that he is no longer one of the chosen

Then the Vet decides that frozen is not enough

He wants the Assholes Accounts thawed out and completely

emptied except for one dollar

Lets see if the Asshole can get down and tough

Or just a little under the collar

Then he recruits a digital photo enhancer

He can place a head on any body recreate any scene

So he puts the Assholes face on a pedophiles body

Having sex with an underage Boy

That should take the smile off the Assholes face

And bring an end to his joy

The photo is downloaded to the Assholes mobile phone

With instructions ‘Don’t call the Police or Daddy or this photo

will see the light of day’

Now lets see what the Asshole has to do or say

At that moment the Asshole is sitting on a park bench

wondering why is his life unravelling?

Then his Mobile vibrates in his pocket

He answers and sees the photo and instructions

His Eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

Surely that is not him? It must be a lookalike an imposter

The Asshole knows that he has never had Sex with a

minor

He knows that he isn’t the best person

But he isn’t a perverted monster

He needs a Beer to help calm his nerves

So he goes to the nearest Bar and orders a Millers Lite

Whoever is fucking with him can go fly a Kite

After a dozen Beers he the Asshole goes to pay the tab

But his Credit card is denied

If the Asshole had a Heart he would of cried

Lucky he has enough money in his pocket to pay for

the Beers

The Asshole is down but he will not cry any tears

It is still light when he hoes outside trying to figure out

what to do

He knows that the instructions said not to go to the Police

or Daddy

And right now he is deep in the poo

Right where an Asshole should be

So he arrives at Daddies place unannounced

Daddy opens the door with a look of horror on his face

The Assholes Heart starts to skip and bounce

Daddy just says ‘Get the fuck away from this place’

The Asshole is dumbfounded as he hears Daddies cruel

words

Then Daddy holds up his phone and the Asshole can see

that nasty picture

Daddy tells him that he is not to come  around no more

He has put a dark stain on the families name

The Asshole hangs his Head he has reached the end of

the game

He storms off and walks back to his Apartment

A two mile walk

Arriving at his address he is greeted by the Doorman

Who tells him that he no longer has access to his

residence

His Daddy has revoked the Lease

The Asshole is now Homeless Penniless and Hopeless

The Asshole wanders around in a daze surely this cant be

happening

But it is and it is for real

Now the Asshole has no choice but to Beg Borrow or Steal

Six Months later in a homeless shelter

The Asshole is drinking his watery Soup

Every part of his Body is starting to sag and droop

His mind has snapped he is starting to have delusions

Maybe by this time tomorrow it will all be just an illusion

The Vet is pleaded with himself he has brought the Asshole

to his Knees

He would never forgive him even if he said pretty please

A few harsh words that is all that the Asshole said

Now there is a big empty space deep inside his Head

In the shelter a transformation is taking place

The Asshole is literally turning into an Asshole

He is starting to nestle in between the cheeks even as we

speak

Now he lives where the Sun don’t shine

He was never a friend of yours

And he sure as fuck isn’t no friend of mine

So go ahead Asshole and do what an Asshole does

Just pucker

You Goddamn Motherfucking piece of shit Motherfucker

I Had A Sigh Today

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

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I had a sigh today

How can people be so cruel

The smart people are underlings

While the stupid people rule

Whether at the workplace

Or at all levels of Government

The cream rises to the top

Then it starts to curdle

While everyday people are forever

jumping hurdles

All of the stupid people have their snouts

in the trough enough is enough

Bleeding the system dry

My sigh just turned into a cry

I had a sigh today

Watching the News on TV

The stupid peoples Eyes are open

but they just don’t see

All they think about is me me me

Not what can I do for you?

The stupid people and their self indulgent

narrow minded view

The rich people have more Money in their

Bank Accounts

While the poor have no food on their plates

The rich people have no worries

Their cheques want bounce

While the poor peoples fears and worries escalate

But not all of the rich people are bad

Gates and Buffett are a testament to that

They give away a lot of their money

But the fat Cats are still fat

While slim Jim is getting slimmer

The tension builds and simmers

I had a sigh today

Thinking about global warming

El Nino and all of the other nasty weather systems

Where has the Blue sky gone?

The clouds gather dark and storming

The weather man sings another rain filled song

I have to stop writing the lights just went on the

blink

The system is in overload

Maybe it is time to stop and think

Why do we still walk the well worn lonesome

road?

I am still sighing

I am still crying

The Earth is Dying

So why are we still multiplying?

Do we ever learn?

Humans are supposed to be the smartest of all

the Animals

But we are nothing but self serving Cannibals

I had a sigh today

Humans  have over fished all of the Earths Rivers

and Oceans

Every Animal on Earth is losing their habitat due to

Human greed

We experiment on Monkeys to develop Cosmetics

and skin lotions

We all have our hands in the Cookie jar

But we always take more then we need

I had a sigh today

The Rainforests are disappearing at an

alarming rate

So that we can build Houses and have wood chips

for the garden beds

Come on people use your Heads

All of the Animal should be roaming wild and free

But instead we carve them up to fill our obese guts

The slaughter should stop now

no ifs or buts

I am still fucking sighing

I am still fucking crying

The Earth is now officially dead

So don’t even bother getting out of bed

just castrate yourself instead

I Cant Breathe

07 Saturday Nov 2015

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I wake up with what feels like an Elephant sitting on

my chest

The pain is relentless I haven’t had any rest

I stand at the Toilet my Heart is racing and my stream

wont flow

My life has hit the skids

It is at an all time low

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

Sitting at the Kitchen table the Coffee is percolating

I am running late

Am I keeping the World waiting?

But whether I am on time or not the Earth will still revolve

I have this problem that I don’t think I can solve

Has the Earth got an edge cause I want to jump off it

Cause it has reached the stage where I really don’t give

a shit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

My Lungs are burning

Smoke and haze choke my airways

I cant breathe

Am I dying?

I cant breathe

Fuck it I am tired of trying

I sit on the Bus all the other passengers are talking

But I am silent

Am I a dead man walking?

Am I invisible?

Have I ever existed?

I am that present that is always re gifted

My ego has taken a hit

My self esteem is in the shit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

I am in plain sight

Or am I just smoke and mirrors

Is this life worth the fight?

Or I could just end it with a pair of one armed Scissors

I have a pain inside that just want quit

I am tired of taking a hit after hit after hit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

Is there life after death?

Maybe I am about to find out

Will I go quietly or with a shout?

Who will greet me?

The good Angel or the bad Angel from Hell

I can hear the sound of my final mournful Bell

My solution came in the shape of a Bullet from a Gun

Maybe now that I am dead I can finally have some fun

You can stop squeezing

Cause I have stopped breathing

So I have finally died

Now I just float around in space

Is that a smile or a frown on my face?

Some will say that I died too early

Some will say that I died too late

I couldn’t care less what people think

People are a bunch of Arseholes

At least I was the Captain of my own fate

People will come to my Funeral just to make sure that

I am gone

I lay in my Casket

I cant hear my Funeral song

As the mourners leave the Church crying or smiling

The Motherfuckers are all the same

As they get outside into the Sunshine

They have already forgotten my name

I am no longer breathing

Thank fuck for that