IT'S-SEMI-SIN-CITY'S-TROUSER-SERPENTS
Living in a city
that's a semi-brothel,
is it a Heaven
or is it a Hell?
Into a tropical paradise
I went and fell
like Lucifer inside Eden's Gate,
he the Garden's infamous trouser-snake.
YELP-FOXY-PATTAY-FEMALES-
CAN-TRULY-WELL-TRY
Massages are the messages
I hear them every day.
The lovely-vixens of Pattaya
don't keep the wolves at bay.
WALTER'S-HORRIDLY-WHACKO-TOBACCO
Walter you're a blackguard
for bringing back the stinking baccy.
Too many of your own people
think that you must be whacky.
They call you a potato-head.
A potato-head and a scally.
Take good care of your potato-head
or you will lose it Sir Raleigh.
Walter you're a blackguard.
Your pipe is always chock
of the foul-smelling weed
that is making people cough.
It's thank you for the potatoes
but your head they now want off.
You are going the right way
to the axe-man and the block.
A-COSMIC-AND-CHAOTIC-SNAKE-
DO-CHAOS-CAUSE
I look to the future
and I can see a heartbreak.
A high-tec catastrophe
in the grip of a great steel snake.
It come's through a universe's black hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look into the past
and I can see a heartbreak.
A historic catastrophe
in the grip of a great rouge snake.
It came up from Hell's dark hole
to feed on each and every soul.
I look to the present
and I can see a heartbreak.
Life's a dream, a nightmare,
from which one day we'll all awake.
Both came out of a deep hole
to cause chaos and then control.
YES-MUTTERED-SEA-MAID-MERMA
"ABC, ABC,
I'm one of merry sisters three.
Come and kiss me
and drown in love's vast sea.
Jolly sailor join our trinity.
A merman you'll then turn to be."
DRACULA-LIKED-TO-DINE-OUT
Vlad the Impaler liked to dine
midst bodies skewered on poles.
Poles driven into mouths and out rear-holes.
Drank blood, doubtless, not wine.
All kinds the world takes.
Did he like medium or rare his stakes?
THE-BRAVE-BRUCE'S-WHITE-VEST-TWO
Twice upon a time in a vest
a die-hard Bruce Willis did I witness.
Never got dirty, like his Sunday best
that singlet. The guy's a white-knight yes.
YES-IT-IS-A-TIGER-GIRL
Like the fierce Blakean tiger afire
comes the girl with symmetry and ire.
Of her burning beauty who could tire?
Of her anger who would not desire
such abandon beneath the bed-linen?
Big-cat, wild-cat, cub-cat, sex-kitten.
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