Poems
and Songs from
In Search of
Chorus of the Drunken Slaves
Fuck Fuck
Fight Fight
Fuck Fuck
Fight Fight
Fuck Fuck
Fight Fight
We can
fuck, we can fight, we can shite where we like.
Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re
men men men.
No we don’t give a shite, about your fucking women’s
rights.
Cos we’re men men men;
yes we’re men men men.
We will
sail the seven seas, do whatever the fuck we please.
Cos we’re men men men;
yes we’re men men men.
We will
fuck, we will drink, no we’ll never fucking think.
Cos we’re men men men; yes we’re men . . . men . . . . men.
Pussy Control
Long Johnson Silver.
Blessed
of cock most valiant;
Dotes on sweet Jizelle.
Fundamentally
Rectified
Back straight, like a tree of pine.
Punched him in his fucking spine.
Crippled, buckled they begin to laugh;
Then snap his scrawny friend in half.
The Race
Faster,
faster, faster.
Never stopping.
Never ending.
Quicker, quicker, quicker.
Pursuing a needless goal.
Racing against each other.
Closer, closer, closer.
Almost there now.
The race is almost won.
They
collapse against each other.
Nobody knows who won.
Neither cares.
Trifles
Trifles.
Light as air.
Little things that matter little to little people.
But they matter to us.
Do we not matter?
The many layers, as of our minds speak to us.
Call to us.
Trifles are but trifles, they say.
We will show them the importance of trifles.
We will show them.
They will see.
Kosher
Slab of bloody meat.
See how it bleeds itself dry.
White rhino tastes good.
Melodious Undination
We love
each other as men never could.
Consumed
with passion for each we love.
And
dotingly,
By false
means we share.
We feast
upon the vigil.
Crying only
songs of love.
And
tenderly,
We have each other so . . .
Last Night in the Bathroom
Last night in the
bathroom.
Pissed all over the
floor.
Mopped it up with
my toothbrush.
Don't brush my
teeth much anymore.
Them and Us
We follow not the rules
our brothers do,
Is this then reason
to love us not?
They do such things
that we despise,
Though they do love
it so.
We have appetites
they do not comprehend,
Though we do not
comprehend theirs.
They twist and turn
amongst their young,
Thus odium comes to
life.
Our pride cannot be
vanquished,
Like the love for
our fellow man.
Goodhead
Revisited: Part One
Mouth opening.
Cock entering.
Lips closing.
Suction starting.
Tongue swirling.
Pupils widening.
Muscles relaxing.
Deep throating.
Head bobbing.
Muscles tensing.
Jizz shooting.
Throat swallowing.
Cock shrinking.
Satisfaction
achieved.
Yarrve Julia
Yarrve Julia.
My old skool ho.
Julia, my old skool bitch;
Julia, my old skool wench.
Yarrve Yarrve Tie me up,
Dominate me now.
Bend over and take
it like a little bitch.
Bend over and take
it like you should.
At last you scream for me to stop this,
I’ll stop but never stop loving you.
Yarrve Julia.
Yarrve Julia.
My only MILF.
Although you’ve posed for fucking porno mags.
Although, And yet, And now.
Oh no, Oh no, I’ll not let this -- dominate me.
And when we finally reach our haven.
And when my love we sail away from this.
Then we need not
seek a’more my dear.
It is then that we
have found each other.
Yarrve Julia.
Sexy Motherfucker
Mighty, great
Falsestaff;
In
search of
Cursed
with Venus’ blight.
A-Lynching We Will Go
The gang: Hey hey, what do you say?
Tell me have you ever been
lynched this way.
Huu huu what you gonna do?
When I tie this noose around
you.
Hee hee what do you
see?
Ever seen a nigger hangin' from a tree.
Kuhns: Ho
ho what do you know?
Here come the cunts so I gotta go.
Crippled
Dark Winston of
blackest
From mother torn,
At
early morn.
Bastard son of a whore
was he;
Who sailed the sea,
Both him and me.
Though now we lay
him down to die;
And breathe a sigh,
Beneath
the sky.
Though I could never wish for more;
From here to fore,
From
that bastard son of a whore.
Do You Feel Like We Do?
Beauteous undines,
Eat each other
heartily.
Diving
fathoms deep.
Ode to Dawn
At the rising of
the sun and the crashing of the seas,
Light swept across
the land; like a mighty wave.
Washing
all in its path, with glorious golden fire.
The fruits of rosy fingered
Dawn,
Had blossomed
forth, and opened unto the light.
As the host let out
a wind swept sigh,
Her voice delicate
and fragrant as drifting apple blossom,
Her goodly bosom
– the strawberry bed -
Glistened moist and
fragrant in the ageing day.
Has earth anything
more fair to show,
Than
Dawn in all her majesty?
From Above
High-layered
trifles,
Tower greatly above
us.
They will fall some
day.
The Adventuring Knight
Long Johnson of
Jizelle doth idolize,
He longs to tame
the fire of his loins.
Though she doth dwell under wanton eyes;
Who charm with
pieces of eight and golden coins.
Though Jizelle with many men hath lain,
Each of no name and
bereft of face.
And Long Johnson of many men hath slain
None
too worthy, too vile or too base.
The coterminous
pair shall someday part,
The ship’s
bosom holding all within, now;
Prison
to all – body, mind and heart.
Slaves they are who
will escape, yet know not how.
By
will of man, destiny or fate;
He
shall be the man yet that will make her great.