Poems

Jingle jangle my odes a bangle,

I wear proudly round by brows

Piggly wiggly, my poems bigly

speak my happy, flapping jowl

Spoken words powerfully said

like a sonnet laying in my bed,

hocus-pocus, here's the rhyme

slay the words as slicing lime!

I am a corpse

A living one

Until the day

my days are done

I'll start to rot

And then to reek

A smelly stiff

who tends to leak

I am a corpse

Of bone and flesh

Who soon will be

no longer fresh

My skin light/white

And then pale grey

I'll soon be dead

but not today!

All human tradition is bogus

all culture must be cancelled

we must start from scratch 

and the new mark must be science

So sing and shout, dance and sway

but become entranced by science

praise each other and praise the day

remembering the answer's science

Chant the names, and chant them well

these names we chant have feeling

pray prone now, bow on bended knees

know only science names have meaning

We end up a corpse, fuck!

a goddamned, cock-sucking corpse

we end up a corpse, of course

that's how it works

We're all just a walking corpse, shit!

sooner or later a corpse

we end up a corpse, of course

that's how it is

I want what you have

you envy me

you want what I have 

I envy you

we want what they have 

they envy us

they have what we want 

we envy them

Stop with the judgement

It's not a good look

Baited by anger

As sharp as a hook

Stop pointing fingers

It's not a smart move

Pissed off by haters

With nothing to prove

Stop with the ego

It's not a glad path

Razed by resentment

As pitch-black as wrath

Oh thank you thank you thank you

For these last years of my life

And thank you thank you thank you

For my fourth and final wife

Oh thank you thank you thank you

For these last swims in the sea

And thank you thank you thank you

For perpetual my spree

Oh thank you thank you thank you

For these last glad golden times

And thank you thank you thank you

For the tenure of my rhymes

An alpha male shat 'pon my sonnet!

He called it trash and then squatted

Calling for Buddha I became quieter

fearful because he's a huge hothead

The top dog then wiped his asshole,

using the medicated poem as paper

Focusing o'er grateful and thankful,

I remember never trigger for haters

We have come a long way

Many years in the field

We have lost our fair share

But at least we have healed

We have come a long way

Many years on the road

We have traveled this far

Time to lighten the load

We have come a long way

Many years on the run

We have won here and there

But blazed under the gun

We have come a long way

Many years in the mix

We have made it this far

Time to get our last kicks

We saw the moon eclipse the sun, cowering in fear

we said that must be 'God', which offered us some cheer

We saw the shooting stars, falling down to Earth

scared we stared and asked, is the 'God' giving birth?

We saw the lightening strikes, frightened to our cores

we said this must be 'God' again, just like the times before

we saw the mighty mountain, spitting smoke and fire

we ran to hide but said looking back, 'God's' easy to admire!

We saw the Earth at center, because 'God' told us so

we said we can't explain it, it's just something that we know

We saw 'God' in our image, as we admired the mirrors and said

'God' is real and you must accept, or else 'He'll' make you dead

There is nothing left but shreds of last hope

Hope that my life had some sort of meaning

Hope that my life had some sort of purpose

And at peace with my own guillotining

I need to write one more, before my bones are dust

I don't want to pen another, 'tis closer now to must

Shakespeare's singing, new science play's a thing!

I need to say some truth, while I'm a human being

I need to own this ode, focus well 'pon what's said

I hope religion's banished not long after I am dead