Mitt Romney - Star Mangled In Daggerland

From the land of socialised arms care, laissez-faire,
Mitt Romney lands,
Blown into the cruel sands,
Of fangled Palin "death panels" medicine-bad.

This could be the start of another special relationship..

Politically appointed judges pro-death penalty,
Supported by God Squad firebrand misogynistic ideology;
Oil men funded creationist, literalist illuminati,
Tipping the wink the priapic military-twink hegemony.
United in paranoia, cash cows, prophecy, fear and flag:
Follow their money, spam their Man.
AmerIran.

Masking Agents

High rise blocks' rooftops gun-turreted,
Missile launchers: on your marks..
The anti-terror squad and the extra-special forces,
Scan and train on Olympian sky.


The car thieves, robbers and burglars gaze upwards,
Their bosoms swell with pride,


Yes, the incoming existential threat shall beguile.
And our synchronised asymmetric kinetic combat teams meanwhile..


Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya,
Stratford Olympic Village -
Eyes on International Terror,
And off - a kindly waver - the mundane locally sourced murder-lite-pillage;
Our boys in combat have got the streets,
And the boys in green,
Have got that bit of sky. 


Jubilate! Rejoice! Exult!

• Feel the positives
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The Scent Of Broken Glass

Everytime I see your face,
It reminds me of your face.
How do you do that?


If you can read this poem,
Then you're standing far too near.
Step back a little, slowly,
Making sure you don't bump into the poem behind you.


If you place your nose next to this poem,
You will realise it's made of glass.


If you place your nose next to this glass,
You will realise it's made of poem.


If you drop this glass,
It will break like a poem,
And release the scent of broken glass.

Poets Anon

..then it was my turn to stand up and share.
I know there's a moral in there somewhere..

I'm A Bit Pissed I know But You Remind Me A Bit Of My Ex-Boyfriend Who Dumped Me, So Don't Get Me Wrong But Do You Fancy A Fuck Or What?

I'm a bit pissed I know but you remind me a bit of my ex-boyfriend who dumped me,
So don't get me wrong, but do you fancy a fuck or what?
You can say no if you want to..


By the way did I mention I'm pissed?
Actually I'm not that pissed,
Do I look pissed to you?
Be honest, I don't mind..


Stop! I implored.
Get your coat you lucky girl - you've pulled.

He Spreads His Legs Wide On The Train

He spreads his legs wide on the train,
Like he's firing a missile, medium range.
Maybe his drain has constrained varicose veins,
Maybe he dreams of attracting a nymphomane..

He spreads his legs wide on the tube,
But it's your inner-zone Oyster he dreams to pass through;
So will you scuba his Cuban cigar tuba,
Or cork his bazooka for a less cocky cockatooer?

He spreads his legs wide on the bus,
For he is the egg man and he is the walrus.
A wand, his sceptre; your pot of honey,
For how long will you spurn his shot-of-money? 

He spreads his legs wide on budget planes,
He wishes you to hydroplane his polyurethane'd champagne.
And when he moons his club-class do you wax or wane?
When he raises cane do you want to crack his crane?

He spreads his legs wide on public transport,
He fancies himself as the male alpha-sort.
His love for himself is primarily self-taught,
For he docks with himself - he's the wrist-astronaut.