Hitch

Hitch up your skirt and tap twice if you have seen it
The scene of the century and the wire tapping authority
To monitor a lizard as if the Kimono were a dragon’s lair
And like an Iguana for it’s chameleon changling spotting affair.

Some say that learning is here and learning is there
For you have to know what to know about when you read WiFi air
After 2012 and the Autobots leave the Psychologists some news
For their own demons to dance to and a lunch in the blue room for reviews.

There it is! The after show, the great escapologist we all knew once
Twenty minutes when his grandma died to leave his passport for a bonce
To measure the measure of Shakespeare typing his speeches for a clue
If his fan club come home winning like a dirty man’s magazine for a few.

What is this but a showman who speaks and does nothing to calm the crowds
Who gather in the parking lots to wake up Drs to go home black and proud
About their winnings at the slot machine when they do not play with whites
For the goal of having one king when The Economist said “Alright”,
… mate,
Let me have a go:
I’ve started COVID for your #RememberingVietnam ego
>… let it go
>>> Error Code: Get some Blow!

Jobs for me and not for them, Drs in love with racist membranes
Indian Rembrandts and Krishna Consciousness photos of men on thrones
For Rishi Poetry to shit out The Daily Show “too self conscious” Slam
From Andrew-The Spy Man-Cohen >>>::: Have you got a blog for me
– see it’s Satan and not Obama who’s going for World War Three.

                                                                                              SomebodY
                                                                       by Depeche Mode YnO.T. Ernie van Woerkhom said SWOT Drs What SWOT 11/04.2022

Daintiest

It has been millions of tears
Tons of conversation
There are milieu of mélanges
For the Dentist to hang around for some manners.

It identifies itself as someone who is ringing
The phone for demands and supplied brilliance
But not so long ago they were set apart
By universal competition that leaves us dangling.

Thus the man is someone who is dainty
And set aside in the harrowest narrow margin of tomorrow
Lest domicile nation is developing the mounting
Of some art on his wall to hang out as the best.

There had to be some rude words spoken
As the cabbie took the woman back home after struggling
Saving money walking there to have an extraction
Forming herself on the way back for kids after school.

Those were the bottle jars that used to store the brine
Where the master was a hero for the lips that sold up fine
And kept the clients rolling past if they needed less pain
Than a diagram of deliverance from the bloody staring man.

Has he been by to see you? since his European gait
To find himself more integrated
Listening to moreish talk about Empire:
Let him deal with his letters and talk to him later.

So many people high above the table
After some school that made it simple
How to be the class that was truest
To the Drs today with a to do list.

Cast Les Garcons

Castle me this
Snack me that
Let the window
Show who is back
For more than a moat
That is a river for your fear
Of being without food
When multinational coffees are near.
Make the move like a Queen
And the King will be alone.
Cook prawns like a pawn
And the Rook will sound like a drone.
Then the majesty is in a filling
Like a sandwich made fresh
From a worker who is willing
To stand up to her hair in a mesh.
Modernise this
And modernize that
Food in the village
Is not so fearful of juicy fat
To warm the mornings
That add lemon twist with some tea
To frighten away ghosts
With some well-fed Spiritus Mundi.
Whether it is this or whether it is that
Eating a big breakfast is going down flat
After CoVid and the news about the end of the world
With no sarnies for me on the benefits
Lost as a poet without any girls…