Living 1.0
My ride’s not a shiny racing car
nor the best 4 by 4 by far,
worse than a rusty pile of shite,
I prefer to ride my old man’s bike.
My phone won’t play a jingly tune,
nor tell me if we’ll get there soon,
unable to quickly photograph my navel,
I use a cube where no-one’s cut the cable.
Boy Genius
School has taught me everything.
In the first lesson the bloke said
“Boy, you’re a useless know nothing”
Then in the afternoon Mrs Grime told me
“Everything I knew was wrong”.
I thought about this on the bus home,
so when mother asked how I got on
I replied “They said I was a flippin’ genius”.
Period 7 and 8 was double maths. It was
all about logic; I really enjoyed that.
Night Vision
Filed under Poetry, Senryu | Comment (0)blanketing blackness –
hiding night dwellers watching
me peeing outside
Ruling Classes
Ah it’s Percy’s yeoman of the guard.
First we’ll sit, take wine and cake
then lets hear his latest jape.
Now, speak up man what’s amiss?
Well my Lord, the prince is very troubled
He went to town and found it far from pleasant.
The people have not what they need
serving only three courses and cold mead.
so grim in fact, that he says they are revolting.
Foolish Fish
I’m not a
foolish fish.
I see your
hook
with its fat
deadly temping
morsel.