The Catstipation

There is a rat

That is dead

And it stinks to high heaven

But the flies

Do come in

And they are the Devil’s children

So hello,

Hello again I says to them

The cat’s bananas

Lord I pray he does not eat them.


Why Revolt

Because my favourite pasttime is reading what I wrote

It’s like..

a starshine

to listen what I spoke

They say

 it’s not mine, 

this rhythm that I wrought 

from this killing that I broke.


Love, that’s fine

You keepin what you hold

Even if it

s worth is rope

Hang yourself instead of drowning?

And you’re thinking that is dope

But even willingness is hope.

Never knowing what I’m saying

But talking’s dope and so I spoke

Gobbing on my own knob

It’s a wonder I don’t choke.

The Dawn of Death

– with bated breath

Comes to call anew

To mark the day

– without delay

Of my dreams becoming true

Ode to Freedom

I am the master and the servant


I mean the slave.

Eh hem

I am the master and the slave

The serum that you crave and

The voice that makes you behave.

I am the lightening in the thunder

The sound that it makes


In the air and on the ocean

In the sky nor on the sea

It’s me



Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer