Poem For Those Who Severed Jesus
In the town of Shawnee, there is no joy today
No smiles and no laughter
Because they’ve gone away
Rudely taken from us
Each before their time
Down our cheeks the tears fall
May our pain be left behind
As we know, they’re with God
Gabriel sound your horn
All will surely miss them
Till that day when we’re reborn
So be it, if it is His will.
Green Lungshit
In the ICU is where I be
Couldn’t cure the Cove by drinking pee
Tried ivermectin and it would not dooooo
Keep your vax, just gimme that old O2
(Badum Badumdum) Toes blue
(Badum Badumdum) Nose too
(Badum Badumdum) Blood clot
(Badum Badumdum) Kidneys shot
The Cove took his wife
And maybe his life
Green Lungshit we are theeeeeere!
JOHN TRAD GOT COVID BAD
John Trad got Covid bad
Wiped out his kidney function
Shoulda got Pope Don to give
Extreme MAGAt unction
John Trad is one dead lad
If it’s to be believed
He bought the farm, but no sore arm
And his wife sure seems relieved.
Ernesto At Pesto
His thoughts are strange, logic weird
Covid neck, covid beard
What’s that coming? Look ahead!
Ooops, too late, Russell’s dead.
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Russell Ruiz of corpulent face
Tried to outrun The Cove, but lost the race
He blustered and memed, he raged and thundered
And where did it get him? Six feet under.
Never heard of Johnny Kay
Wouldn’t listen to him anyway
He entered Covid’s boxing ring
But didn’t learn a goddamn thing
I used to be irritated by people like you, Johnny. But now my thoughts have turned a 180.
I hope your listeners heed your bullshit and don’t get the vax. When they, and you, are gone, this world will be a brighter and far safer place in which to live. Don’t get me wrong, I’d never harm any of you, but if you want to remove yourselves from the world, go right ahead.
Gene was once living
Now, just a spectre
He’s somewhere ghost hunting
Without a detector
He’s Dunn
Like the turkey in the oven-he’s Dunn
Like the malls and drive-in movies-he’s Dunn
Like the pay phone and the pompadour
Like the sock hop on the gym floor
Like the slowly dying redwood tree
Like my patience and my sympathy
Like William Shatner’s hairline
In a simple happy good time
He’s Dunn
For some reason I felt this deserved a bit of a Dr. Seuss type of treatment.
Gene is Dunn
It’s all over for ol’ Gene
That nastyposting meme machine
No more camping, no more fun
No nubile models in the sun
Covid got you, no more hidin’
No more mocking Joseph Biden
No more doggies, not a one
Cause nastyposting Gene…..is Dunn
The coffee is good
The morning is fine
But the counter is sitting
On 1999
Thought I had one to give
But don’t know where it went
So instead of a fuck
I’ll give the 2000th comment!
Yay, 2000th!
Fresh meat! Fresh meat!
Expiration Date
If you were so damned unstoppable
Then why do worms now find you chompable?
If you’d conquered vaccine fears
You could have had twenty more years
But father time is not our friend
For we’re all stoppable in the end
Each of us must meet his fate
Best we can do is extend our….
Expiration date
Yet another one for Susan
Susan was a bit too dense
Her immunity was only to common sense
After a brief necrofeline rebound
Susan was no longer around
Hazelton Sue II
Hazelton Sue, Hazelton Sue
Blackened toes and lungs all full of goooooo
Hazelton Sue, Hazelton Sue
On her white horse Mastriano she comes wheezing through town
Better say a prayer or two for ol’
Hazelton Sue!
Hazelton Sue
Susan bought the foolishness, hook and line and sinker
She got her facts from Kucker Tarlson, that angry MAGAt stinker
She wanted to go looking for spirits, and that part’s fine and dandy
I guess if you‘re going ghost hunting, being dead could be handy
So please remember Hazelton Sue, a-mouldring in a hole
Truth couldn’t quite make it’s way to her head, as hard as the anthracite coal.
One For Another Texas Looney
Sandra I could say a lot
But you’re not worth my ire
I wouldn’t pee upon your head
To put out a hair fire
You’re a hemmorhoidal loser
A pox from the Lone Star State
If you don’t get the Covid jab
You must accept your fate
Welcome Back Ogger
Welcome baaaack
Your memes weren’t your ticket out
Welcome baaaack
You caught that ol’ virus you laughed about
Theres a hose up your nose and you’re in a bed
But for blind luck you just might be dead
You were such a sucker
For that orange mother fucker
Well your O2 went down but somehow you’re still around welcome baaaack
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome baaaack
One For Another Texas Nutbrain
With children involved, it’s hard to mock you
Though I’ll give it my very best try
I hope your kids end up raised by good lib’ruls
If The Cove should make both of you die
Your husband got smacked in the ICU
You were almost a widowed wife
Congratulations you Texas fool
You’ve got “freedom”, we’ve got life….
Written in 2006 before the smartphone explosion. Even more relevant now.
WORDSWORTH SAYING
I wandered lonely as a cloud o'er fields and dales and kirks. And there on yonder mountain top, a wind electric works.
I cycle gently down the roads, the quiet trails and lanes, but hanging in the bluest sky, the tracks of all the planes. A walk down summer river banks, salmon, newts, and shags. And dangling down from every tree, are fifty plastic bags. I'm standing on a wind swept cliff, among the puffin chicks. Looking downwards to the sea, approaching oil slicks. I'm in the densest woodland, a song from all the birds. And by me, from the mobile mast, a million needless words.