ROAD Poetrycomedytragedy

13/11/2025

the scent of lies
attracts flies,
lies heavy on you

10/11/2025

painting a St George's flag at a circular junction is a hell of a dangerous thing to do...i mean no one in their right mind crosses a roundabout

08/11/2025

Count Jocular speaks
i'm writing from
a transubstantiation mission
out of a transmission substation
in transylvania
though i can't substantiate that
albeit that is my mission,
indeed that is my mania.

30/10/2025

deilen yn crebachu heno - yn grin
hagr ei wedd digryno

Pa un yw'r hwn a elwid hunan?

29/10/2025

really bland pizzas available

27/10/2025

went to see The Long Walk in the odeon; it took me and my mate 40 minutes to get there on foot, and he was so chuffed about the fact that we actually did a long walk in order to see a film of that name...great film, though i wasn't keen on the support feature S**t in the Popcorn

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23/10/2025

the trouble with success is knowing when you've got it

18/10/2025

i was exhibiting symptoms of covid last month...but it wasn't much of a museum

17/10/2025

the disfunctionality of failure

17/10/2025

there once was a smart parakeet
the gospel he loved to repeat
Luke and John's holy ghost
was the part he loved most
and now he's a smart paraclete

15/10/2025

deserting a sinking ship

11/10/2025

Catechism for the Meanies.
(a scatological truth)

excuse yourselves without remorse,
feed off the troughs of scandal.
merge with the net, its cords to cage
and flagellate your victims.
they must be captured
to validate your rage
and thence be you raptured
to the joy of Baal.
an illness without symptoms

Amen/women

yours is an illness with no symptoms
so excuse yourselves remorse
just feed on and flagellate.
to validate your victims
you need to merge with the net its cords so coarse
thence be you raptured to the life of Baal.
gaze at and graze on the bales of scandal

rage

excuse yourselves without remorse,
feed off the troughs of scandal.
merge with the net, its cords to cage
and thence be you raptured
to the joy of Baal.
flagellate your victims,
they must be captured
to validate your rage,
an illness without symptoms

and thence be you raptured
to the joy of Baal.
excuse yourselves without remorse,
feed off the troughs of scandal.
merge with the net, its cords to cage
and flagellate your victims.
they must be captured
to validate your rage,
an illness without symptoms