Trust my truth
don’t mind the proof
it’s gaping hole
it’s lost soul
Feel my game
the blame game
immigrants are there to blame
says the same man who owns millions
and has aspirations to own billions
A politician
a political movement
lacks improvement
just another bowel moment
just another noun
sounding out to name his enemy
stinging like a sea anemone
giving you an awful rash
and taking votes for cash
Sponsored by
and lobbied by
big corporations and business
another rich mess
from Cambridge
Oxford and Eton
as disabled people are a beaten into mess
filled corner
and human beings are trafficked and told they have no right to stay even though they were born here
but haven’t got the paperwork
another office clerk
More bureaucracy
more lies
media moguls
facebook spies
the tears of crocodile
who hunts and preys
on the working class and their delusions
and takes advantage of their confusion.
We all have it in us to bear a curse
that is worse than playing the victim
You used to be beautiful
now your lips are cold
and full of venom
behind your fangs
are the same hunger pangs
Braided hair now shakes with snakes
which bite and hiss
you used to be a temptress
now you turn people to stone
they leave you all alone
Beautiful woman savage with revenge,
avenge
what was taken away
the sky burns red
what was taken
Can never be given back
your tail snakes a hypnotic rhythm
Beautiful cataclysm
I turn to stone just another victim
In your eyes…
The gobble de gook monster on your shoulder
do we get wiser when we get older?
I remain stuttering mumbling
my mind rumbling
with thoughts
I can’t actualise or realise
I cannot translate between mind and pen
and even when
I try to speak my tongue drags across the words
like a flat tyre on a bike
I wish this gobble de gook monster would take a hike
but he’s a part of me like the stories I tell
and even hell
is something I can’t be without.
Do vampires get tooth decay?
Do werewolves get fleas?
Do zombies have to use prosthetic knees?
Do fairy tale princesses always say please?
Can witches have white weddings?
What do mummies have for their bedding?
Do Orcs have to shave?
Do angels ever misbehave?
What is a goblin’s average height?
And do ever they get tall?
Do giants ever start off small?
I’d like to ask these questions
If you have some thoughts or suggestions,
Please get in touch
My address is;
1 The Wizards tower
rainbow close
Fairy land.
Ha 2YU
The circus mirrors gives her the shivers
Her lips begin to quiver
She hates clowns
and her frown
turns into bestial snarl.
her cheeks flash red
all she can think of is blood instead
and meat
Which she wants to eat
as her hairs stand on end
and are caught by electric instincts
her teeth become sharp and canine
and eyes shine an unnatural shade
as her body begins to rearrange
her spine tingles
her coccyx sprouting out of behind
A now wagging tail
Her feet bursting through her dainty shoes
her arms begin to flail
she is in shock but somehow it feels right
those clowns will get it
they will not live to regret it
growling at the mirror at her reflection
her skirt tearing at the seams
full moon screams turning into growls
then a howl
As her body is exposed
this is what the crystal ball
and fortune teller said
“when the moon becomes blood red
you will see what you are in the distorted mirrors and be fed”
As she smashes the mirror
drool dripping from her tongue and teeth
the werewolf released
from her human cage
to rage against those foolish clowns.
The radio booms on speakers
it’s enough to wake the dead
zombies re attach their heads
ghosts clammer for attention.
What’s this dissenting dismal story
breaking from the ordinary
it must be the radio news.
This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight
dead ravens take flight
like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe
the word nevermore repeated.
Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio
the presenter moves his skeletal hand
and slides the controls to the peak setting.
his voice a long forgotten recording
playing jingles old songs and adverts
for a town where no one is around…
The monster in wherwell priory soundcloud
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