Monologue Blues

CHEAP MINISTER

How would it be
—You are hopeless
A life sans me
My dogs know it
And bark and howl
It's a tickle
You know it where
Around my arse
The mutts know it
You know as well

GREEN MEN IN BOOTS

Hear, hear, his mutts
But they are no match
From far we fare,
Our blood is real
More than your dreams
Motherland screams
It's louder too
Your bombs and guns
Your hopelessness
Yes, our's louder

LOCAL GREEN MEN

Your land's not mine
Our's not your land
For fifty years
It's been so long
We have waited
New greens for fields
New suns for days
We do, anew
The new's the old
Our guns know not

THE LOOTERS CO

Double power
Double danger
It's double all
We come to loot
The cops too weak
We got to feed
The animals
In us you see
The worms, the germs
Eat all you up

DULL YOU DULL ME

In colour range
We are the grey
On luck we live
In fuck we swear
The looters loot
The killers kill
And us we live
One day shorter
Oblivion stares
The sheer contempt.

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Latest update

A yearly anthology of poetry from this blog in available on the web. All the poems in this collection were posted in 2013, and further formatted on a simple MS-Word File to create the PDF format.

The link is directed to the Google Drive page.