Monthly Archives: October 2023

Broilers

I was created by corporate shits Fighting in board rooms for loads of profits They have created frankensteins ghost A fearful, resembling a living roast Few feathers, all bones brittle and weak Sabrina breasts that the bra less seek I … Continue reading

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Orangutan and others snubbed by oil palm

Palm oil corporate monsters Loggers rapists some Tear the trees down to the ground And leave proud spirits numb Rape the Indigenous women That’s what evils do Suck up to the devil And kill the animal’s to. Palm oil is … Continue reading

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Unfortunate Beluga

We can see from what he is wearing He doesn’t need to kill A beluga he can sustain himself In his boat he isn’t still Using skin and fur and blubber Smiling arrogantly Thinks he has the run to kill … Continue reading

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Galloway

Go support the man George Galloway What he doesn’t know About the war in Gaza and Israel His mother of all talk show He’s not taken in by the Zionists By the godly shit they spew The arrogance the bitterness … Continue reading

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Taiji

I want you to imagine What’s happening right now In Taiji a great pod is trapped A huge family Of bottlenose of dolphins A complete family tree Mothers babies and the unborn Captured painfully Driven into prisons Emotions running high … Continue reading

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Sleep

There’s sleep in your eyes A darkly expression The veins on your nose A sad progression A sulphurous sweep Your hair sort of tousled Out and about An ugly depression You kill to be seen And strip off their pure … Continue reading

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The Hunts

Snobs feckless arseoles Out when the can Hunting our foxes That is their plan Hounds at the ready Wanting to chase Torturing murderers We’re on their case saboteur loyalty We chase the foe We knock them sideways Alter their flow

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Zoo’s

Zoo’s are prisons Conflicting zones Great torture outfits Busters of bones Stocking wild animals Turning the screw Killing the spirit That’s what Zoo’s do

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Toya’s message

She’s elated to be here Hawthorn hart does Excite her she’s jubilant Risibly, she Loves the sweet space And the divinity It just feels euphoric Closer to you Away from that women And what she did do Negative vibes And … Continue reading

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Marylebone 12th Century

Marylebone a village Far from the city sprawl A dreamy little sparkling stream Bull rushes and all Kingfishers emblazoned Scents of wilder flowers Beautifully thatched cottages And roses bounteous powers The countryside deep wooded All manner of green Close to … Continue reading

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Cows

Of course they are here Surviving reliving Trying to be strong But constantly giving Bovine nutrition A remission that holds Sway the life givers We steal every day Our mothers milk It’s our need not yours A beguiling elixer With … Continue reading

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Calf begging for solace

Created by god A goddess is she My mum my milk My surety My love is for her In the barn of our dreams This one is draughty and wet at the seams I love my mother so And she … Continue reading

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Prowess

What is the purpose of setting to kill A magnificent wolf in spite of the chill A hunting experience a multiple treat Stand proudly hauling a soul at your feet A wolf a great beast it’s prowess curtailed It was … Continue reading

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Pheasants my darling friends

Of the twenty Two million Imported from France Half die in transit They don’t get a chance Prisoners really In Captivity No survival skills In small cages that be. Away from their mothers Imagine if you had no mother To … Continue reading

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A donkey comments on wintry rain

Looks a bit bedraggled The rains a funny thing When it gets cold it’s horrible In summer it can bring Cooling lovely vibrations But the wintry for me Is awful leaves me a bit sad I expect you all agree

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Horses in Egypt

Carriage horses in Egypt Under a blazing son Fat arsed lazy gittish tourists When the day is done Get themselves a carriage Expecting horses to carry And then get fed on rubbish From the tip I mean just marry Hard … Continue reading

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Watford Hospital

Poor old Rex took ill again As fragile as could be My head it was swimming I really felt sickly On thinners it is surely Not a great idea To be rocking when one is walking That much just seemed … Continue reading

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Holly

Holly heard my cries for help An ambulance fairy she Came from Dunstable Downs I hear Where gliders you often see To criss cross skies Around those parts And she a driver too With Gemma seeing to my pain Holly … Continue reading

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Gemma

A paramedic I just met She came around to see If Watford was my chosen haunt In an ambulance And free No payment up front necessary Blood pressure tested too Injections against sickness Tried and tested true A lass with … Continue reading

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Trophy hunting scumbags

Mindless everyone of them Guilty to a tee A drugged up sick old animal Is not where he wants to be Captivity and caged alone Left where he can be Shot by the primitive hunting crowd Whose eyes will never … Continue reading

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Pangolin

Man calls himself kind Mankind if you will Can he make a Pangolin With all his skill Can make anything Beautiful No He can torture and kill He can lie as we know Murdering pangolins boiling them alive Sensitive creatures … Continue reading

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Donkey serenades

What are they thinking Out in the shine Tasting the wild plants So so divine Crunching on hay In the hours of the day Dreaming of yesteryear With so much to say The solace of friendship The countryside round Being … Continue reading

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Sharing the magic together

The grass sits beyond us The soft dew remembers Sat with the wind in our faces We know It’s Hawthorn Hart To be part of the magick Is joyously pleasing Sharing thoughts I now glow

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Kiddology

Leave us be you man without father Scum of the earth Vile POS Kids they belong of course with their mothers Watching this drama I know where you sit

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Dairies

Waterfalls of tears Fill the rivers up for years So many little calves Have lost their way Mooing all the day In their truly poignant way Bound up in the dairies Constantly Bloodied hung upon a nail Left behind a … Continue reading

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Llanelli no thanks

242 migrants won’t be Housed in a hotel In Llanelli The local people Have protested and so The fight back from locals Who all said no Have won House prices were dropping away Lots of real fear Losing their local … Continue reading

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The Nazi

A Nazi in the gallery Such adulation, he Will be going off to Poland To stand trial, finally The Mother of all Talk Shows George Galloway the man He had fought the Russians His cover down the pan Trudoe what … Continue reading

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Stevie Nicks as she got older

A fresh faced Autumnal She mesmerised many A spirited tenderness Certainly any Other pure voices around at the time Samhain’s intent on that magical climb Her distinctive voice Set the stage and the time Poetical punctual Purposefully she Strung sweet … Continue reading

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Egyptian Horses

Egypt be ashamed Those horses struggling in the sun Tourists they can go to hell When the day is done Torturing them so badly Caring for them less Just look at them struggling With all that effing stress

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Etheric TOR

Etheric unbelievably so St Michael ‘s Tower Rarefied we know Cosmological heavenly The TOR so raw It felt to me A marvellous texture Warp and weave glastonbury I believe.

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