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Excess Express

11 Sunday Oct 2015

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The Train has left the station and it is never coming back

It makes the same sound as any other Train as it travels

down the track

But this Train is different it doesn’t care if you are an

everyday person

Or a famous person full of fame and success

This Train is the excess express

First on board is a Platinum Blonde named Norma

Jean Baker

She rides the Train to wherever it will take her

She once sang for a President who was celebrating

a Birthday

The President likes her nice and close but at the same

time he wishes that she would go away

Norma Jean also goes by the name of Marilyn Monroe

Who found her fame as a movie actress

But she couldn’t deal with all the  success

That is why she is riding this one way ticket Train

She took a shitload of pills to deal with her pain

Next on board is Brain Jones an original Rolling

Stone

Who wasn’t adverse to smoking the odd joint or cone

He played the Tamborine and the Rhythm Guitar

People were saying this guy is gonna go far

With his blonde hair and good looks he thought he

should be the leader of the band

But Jagger and Richards were the ones holding the

winning hand

After all they were writing all of the songs

So Brain Jones withdrew into himself drinking and smoking

bongs

Brain liked to hold a lot of parties and drink a lot of Alcohol

And he snorted way too much Coke

He might be kind of famous but he is just ordinary folk

At his last party he went for a swim in his pool

But Brain Jones broke the number one golden rule

You never swim while under the influence of illegal

substances

Or you will become the victim of the circumstances

Walking down the Platform just about to board is Janis

Joplin and Jimi Hendrix

Both burst onto the scene about 1966

Janis sang Rock and the Blues better then any white girl

could

While Jimi played Electric Guitar better then any Black

man could

But Janis didn’t like the way that she looked

People called her an ugly Duckling or a Pig

So she started to get drunk before and after every gig

Jimi liked the way that he played but he didn’t like the

way that he sang

He didn’t think that he had the Chops

He was doing stuff that he shoudnt be doing getting in

trouble with the Cops

They both had an addiction to the needle and the spoon

On a ride to the dark side of the Moon

Jimi went first and Janis about a year later

They had low self esteem and were self haters

They both thought that they could play with Fire and not

get a blister

Now they are gone but not forgotten Brother and Sister

The Excess Express is rumbling down the track

You better hope that it just slows down but doesn’t stop

Or just put your Head in the slot and wait for the Guillotine

to drop

In 1977 Elvis Presley was bloated and fat  from substance abuse

and over eating

His overindulgence is going to take some beating

The King surrounded himself with people who couldn’t tell him no

So Elvis kept on doing the bad things doing all the bad stuff

He never knew when enough was enough

So Elvis sat down and he ate his last meal with some uppers

and downers for Dessert

He would just eat and eat until it hurt

After eating and indulging in drugs he needed to visit the

Bathroom

So he had a seat and his Heart skipped a beat

And then it stopped beating forever

The King is dead

Elvis has left the building

And he is never coming back

Two comedians John candy and John Belulshi

go a business trip together but they don’t go by Plane

They decide to travel by Train

Are they freaking insane?

They say that all Comedians have a darker half

They don’t walk down the Yellow Brick Road

They walk a rocky troubled path

Well these two were shovelling more Snow then a New

York resident

They were in more trouble then the before mentioned

President

But the spotlight and the attention was more then they could

take

They take to many drugs that they want just buckle they will

break

And break they did they weren’t beautifully broken they were

broken in an ugly way

They are broken bad and they will stay that way

John and John went on a bender

They inhale more drugs then customs has ever detected

And they have smoked more drugs then John Wet has ever

rejected

Even though they died in different years John and John cried

the same tears

They died in different cities but they both died alone

In a Motel room a long way from home

The Excess Express isn’t trying to impress anybody

It just deals with the facts

It goes back and forth up and down the tracks

Picking up lonely lost Souls who died before their time

They were blinded by fame and ignored the warning signs

River Phenoix went to the Viper Room but he didn’t see a Snake

Like all of the others before him he made the same mistakes

He took more drugs then his body could handle

River was burning both ends of the candle

The wick is burning and River is covered in Wax

The only good thing about dying is that dead men pay no Tax

The Pheonix has stopped rising

The song has stopped reprising

We have come to Rivers final interlude

He is now shaking hands with Saint Jude

Kurt Cobain was the reluctant leader of Grunge

And all of the bad Juju he soaked up like a sponge

All of the people in the know were saying that Nirvana

were going straight to the top

What they didn’t know was that the Penny was about to drop

Kurt knew that he was a kid playing a big mans game

He didn’t like the spotlight he couldn’t handle the fame

So Kurt picked up a Gun and blew away his Head

And all of a sudden the leader of Grunge was dead

All Kurt wanted to do was play his music without any of

the Business Bullshit

But the fans and the music press wouldn’t give him a moment

of peace

So the Bullet to the Head gave him the release

Keith Moon Heath Ledger Michael Hutchence Whitney Housten

They all died way before their time was up

But they all had one thing in common

They all lived under the glare of the spotlight

And they all died alone

Just because you aren’t famous doesn’t mean that the Excess

Express wont stop at your Station

Because it will

So if you want to dabble in Drugs don’t go overboard cause the Train

will stop

You will climb aboard and fall the long endless drop.

THE END

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Electronic Friend

25 Friday Sep 2015

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I am out and about doing a bit of this and a bit of that

But I am bored out of mind as a matter of fact

I am buying some food

Trying on some clothes

This whole shopping thing gets right up my nose

After about five hours I have no more money to spend

So I head on home to my Electronic Friend

My Electronic Friend is a Playstation number four

I turn it on power it up I cant stand the waiting no more

I cant wait to start playing you no what I am saying

But before I no it it is 2am and today is a work day

Call Of Duty is still playing in my head

As I stagger towards my bed

Three hours later my alarm goes off to the sound of a

Rooster

I make a strong Coffee for a bit of a booster

I jump in my Car and make the long weary drive

I arrive at work tired and weary feeling barely alive

For about Eight hours I try to concentrate

I am really trying

But it is so boring and one by one I can feel my Brain

cells dying

The Clock seems to be going backwards the second hand is going

so slow

But finally it is time to go and I don’t want to be late

Cause I am heading home to my Electronic mate

My Electronic mate is a huge LED TV screen

A sleek lean arse kicking machine

I t plays all of my favourite movies

All of my documentaries and shows

Use the remote to fast forward rewind or press pause

I love my Electronic mate because you know just because

Another working day and I am having so much fun

I am being  sarcastic

I just hope that today goes pretty damn quick

And what do you know it bloody well did

So I say goodbye to my workmate Sal

And o go home to my Electronic pal

My Electronic pal is a Xbox that I haven’t played before

I am going to try to get a really high score

After I set up I grab a drink and settle in my favourite seat

There is a score that I really have to beat

That score was made by my friend Larry Joes

My hands become a blur as they manouver the controls

I am winning I take a strangle hold and I squeeze and

squeeze

And I bring Larry Jones and his score to their knees

It is Saturday morning and I visit my parents and run some

errands then I go and buy some food

I chow on down getting in a really good mood

But all good things must come to an end

And I race home to my Electronic friend

My Electronic friend is a new laptop computer

I start it up and do some Internet exploring

Google Yahoo You Tube is cool never boring

But then I must have hit the wrong button because all

I see is porn again porn again porn again porn porn porn

porn porn

I think my laptop is about to overload

And I think I am about to explode

I switch off the computer and try to catch my breath

I think I have become addicted to everything Electrionic

I know that it is all in my Head but my addiction has become

chronic

To get away from it all I decide to go for a walk

I grab my keys and my mobile phone

A phone that can do everything but talk

I close the front door and I start to unwind

I walk for hours down around the Lake

To keep my mind off all things Electronic I think of my

favourite food which is Cake

I don’t know how much more of this I can stand

I have to toughen up and be a Man

Then something starts to vibrate in my pocket

It is my little battleship rocket

My Mobile phone is Electronic

I just need a little fix

So I find myself a nice secluded spot

And I don’t even think twice

I whip out my Mobile Electronic device.

THE END.

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Magic Carpet Weaver

19 Saturday Sep 2015

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In the Northern part of Iran lives a Carpet weaver

He owns a shop at the edge of a Bazaar

In the back room of this shop is something quite

bizarre

Abdul Abdullah is a fifth generation Carpet weaver

He makes them all by hand with the aid of an ancient

loom

In that dusty spiritulised eerie room

When tourists enter Abdullahs Carpet Eporium

They lose all sense of decorum

Something attracts them

Just like a Moth to a flame

Once inside their lives will never be the same

The façade of Abdullahs is nothing that a good Architect

would design

But it serves its purpose just fine

A lot of tourists just walk right on past

But others cant walk past it is like a spell has been cast

An American tourist with an uneasy smile is walking his final

mile

He doesn’t know it but he has a Blood disease

But deep down he knows that all is not well

Abdul is standing at his front window watching the tourist

Then he asks the tourist to step inside

‘and would you like to go on a Magic Carpet ride?’

The American doesn’t know what to say to this

But he steps over the threshold

And into the realm of the unknown

The American is a long way from home

Once inside the ancient store the American is guided to

a Burgundy Curtain at the back of the room

The space behind echoes with the sound like a sonic

boom

Abdul pulls on the Tassel and the Curtain slowly parts to reveal

an area full of sparks

The air is full of static electricity charges the atmosphere

The American is thinking ‘What in the fuck am I doing here?’

The centre of attention is a Magic Carpet that is hovering about a

foot up from the floor

It measures five foot by ten or more

Blue and Purple with flecks of Yellow

At the sight of it the American starts to feel very mellow

The American walks towards the Carpet and he climbs

onto the magic bunch of threads

Then he starts to feel different visions

Like he has one hundred Heads

Abdul tells him to sit down in the middle of the rug

And then when you are ready just give one of the threads

a little tug

The American closes his eyes and says a little prayer

He feels that he is in an Angels care

So he relaxes and he goes on that Magic Carpet ride

Then he travels to the other side

But he is not there to stay he is there for some treatment

and a remedy

As he flies through another dimension the American

can feel the heat in his Blood and Bone Marrow

The Carpet travels through  the Strait of the Narrows

In a fractured sky the Carpet flew

Into the Black and out of the Blue

The American can feel his Blood beginning to cleanse

He has gone from a cracked vista to a clear lens

Even though the Carpet didn’t actually go anywhere

It didn’t travel to Heaven on a winding stair

It did cure the American

His Blood disease is now a figment of his imagination

He has been back and forth from the dawn of creation

Even though the American has been cured

He isn’t in the clear

Because now he knows a secret a secret that he cant share

He cant whisper it in an Ear anytime or anywhere

But being an American he cant keep his Mouth closed

There was no need for water boarding or a rubber hose

The American talked and he talked loudly

There is no need for a Microphone

He wants to tell the whole world

Not just one person at a time

So the American calls a press conference

But when he starts to talk he is struck mute

The Magic Carpet Weaver has played a Magic Flute

The secret has been kept for over ten thousand years

Through sweat and Blood and a Million tears

The American is now silent and suspended up in space

He has no name and he has no face

Abdul Abdullah is feeling mighty pleased with himself

He has kept the secret with a bit of magic and a little stealth

But Abdul has noticed that a few journalists are still snooping

around

So he decides that it is time to go to ground

So for about a year Abdul goes about his business just selling

Carpets and Rugs to the locals and the tourists

He keeps a low profile waiting for the unwanted attention to die

down

Behind the Curtain the Magic Carpet is still giving off sparks from its

Magic threads

It needs some action

It is going stir crazy it is going off its head

The trouble is if you keep a Magic Carpet idle you are in for a whole

lot of trouble

It will wrap itself around you till you start seeing doule

But trouble is averted Abdul decides that the time is right for a

relaunching

So he gives the Magic Carpet a bit of a spring clean

Then on a quite Tuesday afternoon Abdul puts his thoughts and

Brainwaves out there just like Honey to a Bear

He wants to attract someone willing to take a dare

And that someone walks straight up to Abduls front door

She doesn’t know why she is here

But through the mist of a painful tear she saw the Carpet store

and she knows this is where she has to be

She has cried enough tears to fill the Mississippi

She knows that something is eating her inside

She can feel it in her Bones

She knows that she is not looking her best

If only she could sit down and have a rest

I should stop calling her she because she has a moniker

And no it isn’t Monica

Her name is Rachel and she comes from France

Rachel knows that this is her last chance

The Doctors have told her that she has only six months

to live

Cancer takes it doesn’t give

As Rachel gets closer Abdul whispers to the wind

And the sound reaches Rachels middle Ear

Maybe a cure is finally here

Rachel takes a step inside Abduls place

And a look of hope lights her face

She has nothing to lose but plenty to gain

She is about to ride the Magic Carpet Train

Abdul guides Rachel to the Curtain

Behind it is the cure to her hurting

The Magic Carpet is getting frisky it has been confined for to

long

Will it sing a happy or a sad song?

Rachel cant believe when she sees a Carpet hovering above the

Earth

Is it time for a death or a rebirth?

Abdul tells Rachel to climb on up to close her eyes

She is about to fly through a Crimson Sky

Rachel closes her Eyes and she dares to dream of a cure

She feels like a little Girl once more all innocent and pure

As  the Magic Carpet flies between the Mountains and the

Valleys

From the Skyscrapers to the Bowling alleys

Rachel feels like her body is inside a washing machine

But she can feel herself becoming nice and clean

Her Cells and Molecules are becoming free from the Disease

The Magic Carpet is friendly and eager to please

Rachel has gone from a body riddled with Cancer

To a smiling nimble smooth dancer

At Abduls Rachel has returned from her Magic Carpet ride

She is cured and feeling free and easy

Her Blood is flowing nice and smooth non greasy

Rachel steps off the Carpet  and she is thankful for the ride

Because she is now playing for the Cancer free winning side

The Magic Carpet is back behind the Curtain

And it isn’t an Iron Curtain

It is a Carpet for the sick and the needy

And the Carpet turns its back on the rude and the greedy

It hasn’t got time for people who treat other people wrong

You can sing all you want

But you have to sing the right song

Abdul the Carpet Weaver is satisfied

The Magic Carpet is performing better then he expected

Abdul is waiting for the next Carpet rider  he waits as he weaves

and weaves

He hasn’t got anything up his sleeves

All you have to do is believe.

THE END.

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Bucky The Beaver

14 Monday Sep 2015

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This is a story about Bucky the Beaver

Who lives in a dam  in North America near the

Canadian border

Bucky is a bit delusional

Cause he thinks he looks a lot like Justin Beiber

But with his two huge front teeth

He looks more like a water loving Wombat

Or an overgrown Dam building Rat

Buckys problem has always been his Teeth

He is always chewing and gnawing

but his Teeth continue to grow

Bucky is normally calm and just goes with the flow

But his Teeth are a real problem they are getting

him down

Bucky has come to realise that he has to make his

way into town

So Bucky stands on the side of the road with his

Thumb out

But out in the wilderness there aren’t that many Cars

about

About an hour later a Pontiac pulls over and the driver

offers Bucky a ride

But doesn’t know whether to take the ride or run and hide

Cause the radio is blaring way too loud

But he gets in the front seat and tells the driver to take

him to the nearest town

And can you turn that music down?

The driver turns down the radio and then she gives Bucky

the once over

‘Man you are one ugly Mammal with your greasy fur’

‘And you are showing way too much enamel’

Bucky thinks Mammal you might as well call me a freaking Camel’

Bucky is feeling down and his Head hits the ground

He cant that the driver was so Goddamn rude

Another Human with a bad attitude

Bucky tells the driver to stop and he slams the door as he climbs out

He crosses the road with tears welling in his Eyes

He goes to a puddle to see his reflection

It takes him a while to form the connection

His two front Teeth are now four inches in length

His Knees buckle God give me strength

If Buckys Teeth don’t stop growing he wont be able to eat

He needs a solution and he needs it quick

Or Bucky is going to get mighty sick

But first off Bucky needs some water he is starting to dry out

With a swim and a frolic Bucky gets in a better mood

But what he really needs is some food

But Buckys Teeth are getting longer even as we speak

Even longer then a Sabre Tooth Tiger at its peak

It isn’t funny anymore Bucky is in a bad place

With those two huge Cuspids spread all over his face

As Bucky is having a wash he notices that he is wahing

in a River maybe he can swim down stream and get some help

He can survive on good wishes and a mouthful of Kelp

So Bucky does the backstroke he doesn’t even know where he is

going

He just drifts with the current into the unknown

Then he lands in the Puget sound

As Bucky hits the shore he shakes himself off like a Dog

He feels like a furry tailed thumping Frog

Then he sees the bright lights of a town or a city

His high hopes get a bit of a lift

Maybe he can find a well wisher bearing a gift

Arriving in town Bucky comes to a Butcher shop

Maybe the Butcher can use a meat cleaver to give his

Teeth the chop

Walking inside Bucky sees a Butcher with a meat cleaver

and an apron full of Blood and gore

At the sight of the Blood Buckys Eyes roll back

And he lands with a thud on the floor

But seeing that Beavers only stand one foot tall

The fall wasn’t a big one

Bucky was more embaressed then hurt

Bucky gets to his feet and brushes off the dirt

Then he scampered to the door

He want be going back there no more

Bucky crosses the road and there is a sign that said

‘Mechanic on duty’

Maybe the Mechanic can put his Teeth in a vice and use

a hack saw

And cut his teeth down to size

But then again maybe that wouldn’t be so wise

So Bucky keeps on walking looking for another solution

for his toothy problem

For his two front Teeth are now 9 inches long

Buckys Stomach starts to rumble

He needs to eat and he needs to eat now

He would even eat the hoof off a Cow

Once again Bucky is walking and this time he comes to

the door of the local Chinese

After reading the menu he orders a bowl of soup and a straw

Because of his Teeth Bucky cant chew no more

With a slurp and a burp Bucky finishes off his lunch

Then he goes to pay the bill the Chinese Waitress at the

register looks Bucky in the Eye ‘You are one ugly Mammal

why don’t you get your teeth fixed?’

‘You should go to Dr Wu’ Who? ‘No Wu he is the best Dentist

in town

He is also the only Dentist in town

Bucky hasn’t got a choice and he waddles towards the Dentist

door His Teeth are now so long they almost hit the floor

He walks inside the Dentist office and the Receptionist gives

him a startled look ;Man you are one ugly’ she doesn’t get to

finish before Bucky screams out’ I  am not a Mammal I am a Beaver’

The Dentist door flies open and Dr Wu comes running out to see

what all the noise is about

He has one look at Bucky and ushers him inside

Bucky sits in the Dentist chair and he starts to relax

But then he sees the size of the Needle

And he lets out a silent scream that can only be heard by Dogs

And he wishes that he was home gnawing on some logs

Dr Wu places the gas mask over Buckys face

And soon Bucky is sleeping like a Baby

Then Dr Wu starts sawing and filing while his Assistant sucks

up the drool

Then the good Doctor does some buffing with a noisy tool

After the buff and polish Bucky wakes up from his snooze

Will the result be good or bad news?

The Doctor hands Bucky a mirror and Bucky cant believe

his Eyes

His Teeth are shiny and sparkling and back to normal size

Bucky is now back home building a Dam in his favourite pond

He has a full Stomach and he is chewing and gnawing on his

favourite cuts of wood

Bucky with his new pearly white Colgate smile

He is now back home for good.

THE END.

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Hamish The Amish

29 Saturday Aug 2015

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Hamish Spencer has got a dilemma

It is 2015

But he lives in the year 1859

You see Hamish is Amish

And they shun the modern ways

They like to live in the dark ages

But to Hamish it is not dark at all

He wants to see the light

He has the right

Hamish lives in Lancaster County Pennsylvania

He gets around the streets in a Horse and Buggy

And he would do anything to have the chance to drive

a Car

There is no electricity at home

His Mother with a wood fuelled stove

His Father owns no power tools

Everything is done by hand

Sitting at home one night Hamish lays in his bed

dreaming about the outside world

He is reading with the aid of a Candle

It flickers and stirs up his imagination

He finally falls to sleep

But his mind is still wide open

Hamish is Sixteen and his dreams leave him frustrated

and sticky

Don’t get me wrong Hamish loves the Amish ways

But he also dreams about a life outside the Church

Hamish is a Male and his Hormones are flowing

His get up and go is getting up and going

Another day of home schooling and living his life in

the past

History is all well and good but you have to live your

life in the here and now

One day Hamish and his Father ride the Buggy into town

to pick up some supplies

After loading up the Buggy with bags of flour sugar salt

and a whole lot more

His Father tells him that he has some business to attend to

and that it will take him about an hour

Hamish feels self conscience sitting in the Buggy wearing

his white shirt Black pants with suspenders

Amish hair cut and Hat

He sees a group of teenagers approaching and he tries to

disappear but no such luck

They stop and they ask him about the Horse and does it

have a name?

He tells them that it is a working Horse and it hasn’t got a name

Hamish starts to relax as the teenagers talk and ask questions

Billy is Eighteen and the other males are Ethan and Mike and

they are both Sixteen

The Three Females are all Sixteen and their names are Sally

Anne and Bronwyn

Hamish and see that his Father is returning and he tells them

that they should go as his Father  doesn’t like him talking to

the townfolk

Sally tells him that they are going to the Drive In on Saturday

night and does he want to go?

Hamish feels his Heart racing but he nods his Head

Sally tells him that they will pick him up at Eight at the corner

of Old Farmers Road

They all say goodbye and Hamish can see that his Father has

seen him talking

His Father Abraham without saying a word clips Hamish behind

the Ear and tells him to stay away from the locals as they will lead

you astray

Hamish tells that they only wanted to know the Horses name

His Father just nods his Head and they head for home

But all Hamish is thinking is ‘What is a Drive In?

Saturday arrives and Hamish is nervous as a Kitten

He tells his Mother that he is going to the Neighbours to visit

some friends

He makes his way to Old Farmers Road and hopes that he isn’t late

Then he sees a Car speeding down the road

And then it skids to a stop

Billy is driving a rusty old Cadillac

But to Hamish it is a brilliant machine

He climbs into the back seat and he sits next to Sally

His skin tingles as their Hips touch

He has never been so close to a girl

He checks out the interior as he says hello to everybody

He cant believe how fast they are going

Everyone is talking at the same time

Then Hamish starts to feel guilty as he thinks about his parents

His Mother will be doing her needlepoint

His Father will be in the Barn making his Furniture

Just then Sally squeezes his thigh and the thoughts of his parents

disappear

They have arrived at the Drive In and Hamish cant believe the size

of the screen

Sallys hand starts to wander and Hamish says the Lords name

But not in the way that he normally does

But the moment is lost when Ethan asks him if he would like a Beer

Hamish has never touched alcohol and he thought that he never

would

But he finds himself reaching for the Beer

He has a little taste he doesn’t like it

But he drinks the Beer to fit in with the others

The Beer goes straight to his Head

But Hamish is relaxed and talks with the others while he watches

his first ever Drive In Movie

He isn’t quite ready to go past first base with Sally

He is still a Virgin

He isn’t quite sure what to do next

Sally squeezes his hand and tells him that it is alright that

there is plenty of time

After the Movie Billy drives towards home

But then he pulls off to the side of the road and Mike and Anne

ask Hamish if he would like to smoke some weed

Again to fit in Hamish has a little drag and then another

He is feeling a little stoned as he climbs out of the Car to walk home

Sally asks him for his mobile phone so that she can send him a text

Hamish explains that because he is Amish he doesn’t own a mobile

phone

They all agree to meet at the same place and time next Saturday night

And then Hamish says goodbye and starts to walk home

He cant believe that he rode in a Car and went to a Drive In

Drank some Beer and smoked some weed

He sneaks in the back door and goes straight to bed

But he cant sleep he is starting to have second thoughts

Again he thinks of his parents and all of the lies that he has been

telling them

Hamish spends the next week doing his chores around the Farm

Milking Cows mending fences just helping his Dad

He has also reshod the Horse with no name

Saturday night is here and Hamish is looking forward to seeing his

new friends again

But when it is time to leave he finds his Mother and Father sitting at

the Kitchen table

He tells them that he is going over to the neighbours again

His Mother gets to her feet and tells Hamish not to lie that they know

that he isn’t going next door

Hamish has been caught in a lie

He tells his Parents that he has made some friends in town and that he

wants to drive a Car and see the outside world

Then without a good bye Hamish leaves the house of his upbringing

Perhaps for the last time

Once again he meets Sally and the others on Old Farmers Road

This time they just go to the local park to hang out and talk and

maybe get a little high

But this time Hamish doesn’t touch the drugs

Sally and him decide to move away from the rest for a little privacy

Just as things are starting to get heavy Hamish starts to think of his parents

and how he has deceived them

Hamish tells Sally that he is going home

He is Amish and he is proud to be Amish

Sally says that she understands and with a kiss they sat goodbye

About an hour later Hamish arrives home and walks through the front

door

His parents are still at the Kitchen table looking worried and fretful

Hamish just walks up to them and gives them a hug and he tells them

that he is home for good

He has had a taste of the outside world and he can wait a while before he has another

So Hamish and his Parents celebrate with Chocolate Cake and a reading of the Bible

Hamish is Amish and he always will be

He is glad that he is home

Never again will he roam

It just goes to show that the Grass is not always Greener on the other side of the

street

It all could be just a clump of weeds

Just stay where you are safe to satisfy your needs.

THE END.

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The Worms

22 Saturday Aug 2015

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Billy Baxter is just five years old

And this is his first day at school

Billy Baxter is a good kid

Billy Baxter is cool

Getting off the School Bus Billy makes his way to his first class

After wandering around finding his way Billy finally finds the

right room

He sits down and straight away he feels something rotten wriggling

around in his bottom

Billy starts squirming on his chair he doesn’t know what to do

His Teacher notices that Billy is looking uncomfortable

and he asks Billy does he need to have a toilet break

Billy nods his Head and he runs out of the classroom

Billy runs as fast as he can but he cant stop the inevitable

He is embarrassed as his Bowels empty

But there isn’t any crap all he can see are about fifty white

Worms each about four inches long

The Worms scatter in all directions and as they move they seem

to be growing

Billy is feeling very weak as he makes his way back to class

But about halfway there all of the classroom doors are flung open

as about three hundred kids  try to reach the toilets

But most of them don’t make it and there is an eruption of the Worms

all over the corridor floor

The kids are all wandering around in bewilderment they don’t know

what is happening

Why are they shitting Worms and where did the Worms come from?

Billy has had enough and he slowly makes his way home

He has to get away from the Worms maybe his Mum has all of the

answers

She will give him some Medicine and all will be well

He shudders as he thinks about the Worms from Hell

Arriving home Billy shouts out to his Mother

But there is no answer and there is a chill in the air

Billy knows that he should get the fuck out of there

Billy just said the F word for the first time in his short life

Billy knows that he is in the middle of a whole lot of strife

But he has to know what has happened to his Mother

Maybe she has gone shopping maybe she is drinking a Coffee

or she is getting her Hair cut

But Billy has a sinking feeling deep down in his gut

Opening up the front door Billy can hear a weird sound coming

from the back of the house somewhere near the Kitchen or maybe

the hall

God maybe Mama has taken a nasty fall

Billy runs inside but of his Mother there isn’t any trace

Her Car is in the driveway her handbag is on her Bed

Where can she be?

Billy doesn’t know what to do so he just heads back to school

Maybe all of the Worms have gone away?

Maybe tomorrow will be a Worm free day?

No such luck

Billy arrives at the School grounds and it looks like the Worms

have done the rounds

Pupils and Teachers lay on the ground writhing in agony as

the Worms crawl in one hole and out of another

Billy cant stop thinking what happened to his Mother?

The Worms are getting bigger  some are the size of a Cobra

some the size of an Anaconda

Billy just stands there his Mouth open in wonder

Where did the Worms come from?

Did they come from outer space?

Will they spell the end of the Human race?

Billy is still standing there with his Eyes bugging out

When someone grabs him by the Arm into the Library

It is a young girl who goes by the name of Mary

Mary is Eight years old and Billy is Five

Two little kids just trying to stay alive

They stand there at the Library window watching the carnage

outside

The Worms are getting so big you could almost take them for a ride

Billys and Marys hands each other and become entwined

If Billy could find the remote he would press rewind

Life before the Worms was pleasant enough

Billy tried to act big and tough

But now that the Worms are here

Maybe big and tough want be enough

But big and tough is all that Billy has he is only Five but he

tries to act Sixteen

Even though he has a Baby face he tries to look nasty and mean

Billy and Mary walk the back streets of town looking over their

shoulders not making a sound

At the edge of the Soccer field they see a person being devoured by

about  twenty Worms

Billy feels something in his gut wriggle and squirm

The Worms are getting bigger they seem to be growing by the hour

Billy and Mary hide behind a Tree frightened and cower

The Worms are now twenty foot long and as thick as a Mans thigh

Billy knows that the time is right to be mister tough guy

But first things first Billy goes to a public restroom to put his stomach

at ease

But the pain gets bad and Billy falls to his knees

He feels the Worms coming out and they land with a plop

Billy

What he could do with now is a Worm destroying Cop

He and Mary go to the Community centre to see if they can find

anymore people still alive

There is only an old couple the local Mechanic and a guy named

Clive

So out of a population of about a Thousand people only Six have

survived the Worms attack

Billy just wants to run and never come back

But he cant do it he has to save his town

The only way to go is up he is tired of being down

The old couple are  a Mr and Mrs Armstrong from Carlyle street

They race over to Billy and Mary and tell them to have a seat

They want to hear the latest news

Are the Worms still on the rampage?

Is the town going to make it?

But Billy and Mary have no answers  there is nothing but empty streets

except of course the giant Worms

There is no one to meet or greet

The Mechanic Wayne has been working with spanners for a lot of years

While Clive is the town oddball but he is harmless enough

They both just sit there shaking but they are glad to be alive

Billy doesn’t know what to do but he has to come up with a plan before the

Worms spread any further

Then Billy remembers how he has been shitting Worms and then flushing the

toilet

So now the Worms are in the Water system

He tells the others that if they have been shitting Worms not to flush the

toilet

Just fill the shitter with Bleach and maybe that will kill them

Even though Billy is only Five he has become the leader he tells Wayne and

Clive to collect as much Petrol as they can

And then we will all meet up at the Church in half an hour

Mr and Mrs Armstrong are talking with Mary trying to think of a way to kill

the Worms

Billy tells them that he has come up with a plan

And then he tells them all about it

A half hour later they meet up with Wayne and Clive

They have filled about twenty containers with Gasoline

Billy tells them to pour the gas all around and don’t spare a drop

Hopefully now they can give the Worms the chop

Billy then opens the front of the Church and he gives a little whistle

And Mary up in the Church tower starts to ring the Church Bells

All of the Worms look up at the sound of the Bells

To them it is the sound of the dinner bell

They all wriggle and squirm their way inside

And when they are all of the way inside Wayne slams the front door

shut so the Worms cant escape

Billy joins the rest of the survivors at the churches back door

And with one strike Billy lights a match and throws it inside

Then he slams the back door shut

With a whoosh the fire catches and the Church begins to burn

Hopefully there will be a thousand fried Worms

Billy thinks that he can hear a screaming sound coming from inside

But he just walks away with out a second thought

Over the next few days Billy and his crew go around town killing off

any stray Worms

The danger is abating the Worms are all gone and the town is still standing

Except for the Church

Then Billy remembers the Worms that got flushed into the water supply

Will it ever end just when he was feeling proud and covered in glory

Will Billy finish off the Worms?

You will just have to wait cause that is another story.

THE END.

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Driving Under The Influence ( Of Money )

16 Sunday Aug 2015

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Brandon Caulfield III was born under a bad sign

But he thought it was good

His family lived in a big house

in the right neighbourhood

They say that some people are born with a silver spoon in their

mouths

Well Brandon was born with the whole cutlery set

A bigger spoilt brat you have never met

His family made there fortune in Oil Timber and Cotton

It makes you wonder why Brandon turned out so rotten

His forebears owned one of the biggest plantations

In the southern part of the nation

At his first day at school Brandon was driven by his Nanny

They arrived in a big shiny Mercedes Benz

Brandon has family he doesn’t need any friends

He went inside and he told the Teacher that he was the head

of the class

The other Students looked at him like he was a Cockroach

There was just something about him so they didn’t approach

Brandon thought that he was the master of the ceremony

He thought that the Sun rose at his asking

He loves the spotlight he can do some basking

Brandon Caulfield III is special just ask him

He lives and breathes for the family money

In this land of Milk and Honey

At Fifteen Brandon met a girl named Roxanne

And after a few weeks they began to go steady

Brandon treated her bad he used her like trash

He thinks he can do anything because his family has cash

A few months later Brandon wasn’t wearing any protection

And he planted his dirty seed

Roxanne was left all on her lonesome

Brandon didn’t care and he headed for the hills

Cause he knew that his Daddy would take care of the bills

When Brandons Daddy heard of the situation

He sent a heavy around to Roxannes place

$100,000 should take care of the situation

Plus a few slaps of gentle persuasion

Brandon meanwhile had started to meddle with drink

and drugs

He used his mouth and his fists a little too much

He was always off his face he was starting to lose touch

Daddy didn’t disciple Brandon he just gave him more money

Surely money will make the problem go away

But the problem is a big one and it is here to stay

Ice Meth Speed Brandon has tried them all

He drinks it down with Bourbon up straight

Daddy megabucks better wake up before it is to late

But Daddy cant see the forest through all of the trees

Brandon needs help he needs some rehabilitation

But Daddy has other ideas of how to deal with the situation

He gets one of his sidekicks to drag Brandon home

Brandon is dragged inside kicking and screaming

No more drugs or Jim Beaming

For three months Brandon is locked in his room

He is going stir crazy but the drugs are slowly leaving

his system

There are no more drugs hidden in the toilet cistern

To celebrate Brandons success Daddy buys him a brand new

Corvette

Brandon is Eighteen and eager to please

But his whole world is about to fall to its knees

Brandon is just driving around just cruising

Then he visits his old drug dealer to get a little something

But he takes more then he should

And his Brain cant cope nobodies could

Then he visits a liquor store and gets back behind the wheel

But the combination of the drink and drugs has pushed his

body too far

He shouldn’t even be walking let alone driving a car

Brandon doesn’t see the Stop sign and he drives straight through

it

There is a sound of broken glass and metal

Then the sounds of sirens and crying

Brandon just killed five people and he wasn’t even trying

His car has T Boned a Cadillac the people inside didn’t stand

a chance

The crying is coming from Brandon as he climbs from his Corvette

If he thinks he has seen trouble

He hasn’t seen nothing yet

Brandon just wanders around he hasn’t even got a scratch

The Cops give him a roadside test to see if he is sober

But Brandon is incoherent they know that he is well over

Brandon is taken to the local precinct and placed under arrest

He calls his Daddy who screams down the phone

And Brandon knows that he isn’t going home

Even now Daddy tries to buck the system and he attempts to

bribe the Judge

The Judge gives Daddy a mouthful then he calls the Sheriff

Daddy is placed in handcuffs

Yeah Daddy enough is enough

He still thinks that his money makes him immune

Daddy is going for how long I cant tell

Maybe he and Brandon can share the same cell

Brandon has his day in court and he is charged with the murder

of five people

The Judge gives him five life sentences

Brandon hangs his head as he is led away

Where he is going you cant see the Sun

The law and karma have come together

to take away his fun.

THE END.

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Destructo

09 Sunday Aug 2015

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Destructo is a Machine

Nobody knows where it comes from

Or who controls it

Destructo travels the Universes swallowing up all the

Space junk.

It weaves between the Planets and Moons sucking up

all the Floatsam & Jetsam that Humans and Humanoids

have discarded.

The year is 4074 and Humankind can no longer live on

Earth.

The Planet is a toxic wasteland polluted by Nuclear fallouts.

Caused by Human ignorance and stupidity.

Fortunately Humans have established settlements on a few

Planets plus a large population on Earths Moon.

Mars is home to ten thousand Neptune about five thousand

and another five thousand call Saturn home

But the biggest population is on the Moon where fifty thousand

plus people have lived since 4050

Destructo is doing its rounds cleaning up the debris Satellites

Space Capsules it is constantly amazed by the amount of junk

that is floating around.

But Destructo isn’t complaining it is proud to be a Space Janitor

But there is a dark side to Destructo it is being monitored by a

sinister cartel of Orbs and Ruins

Humanoids of the most evil kind

They want to control the Universes the Orbs are the dominant

partner

But the Ruins have the Brains

Brains and brawn the perfect combination

Every time Destructo swallows down space junk it is

digesting information

It travels down his digestive tract and the knowledge is

absorbed

And the spam goes out of its bung hole

On the Earths Moon the United Council is having their

weekly pow wow.

Trying to keep a growing population happy isn’t easy

They live under six giant domes

Four are the living quarters one for food cultivation

And the last dome is for the water supply

Each dome is connected by corridors each dome is the

size of about ten football fields

The air supply comes from piping that sucks in the Moons

atmosphere

Then as it circumvents around the dome it is converted into

breathable air

The meeting breaks after a few hours with the only major

concern being that of boredom

And the lack of variety in the food

You can only eat so much Lentils Chick Peas and Corn

Destructo is still doing its rounds swallowing up all sorts of

metal and information

It is amazing what some Countries throw out as they do their

space explorations

As Destructo does its cleaning up service it passes by an unnamed

Planet

Destructo knows this Planet well he calls it Planet Creepoid

Every time he passes his outer shell shivers and its bung hole

quivers

Destructo is always glad to see the back of the place

Destructo has every right to feel uneasy because Planet Creepoid

is home base for the Orbs and The Ruins

The Orbs stand Eight feet tall with yellow scaly skin and a personality

like an over active Piranha

The Ruins are deformed and ugly like you would get if you crossed a

Gargoyle with a Shih Tzu

The leader of the Ruins one ugly mother who calls himself the Wise One

has his eye on Destructo and he is thinking that maybe a delegation of Ruins

could hitch a ride

And see what is on the other side

The Ruins are after their own Planet away from the domineering Orbs

The Orbs want to rule the Universe but all that the Ruins want is a Planet

to call their own

Destructo is sort of misnamed cause it really is a big soft metal Puppy

But it is big and mean looking so it came upon its moniker from an

unknown source

Destructo doesn’t know that it is being monitored by the Orbs

A seed has been planted in its upper compartment

But that seed is yet to sprout

The Wise One starts to whisper to the seed in Destructo telling

it to stop by so a boarding party can climb aboard

Destructo is feeling fuzzy he doesn’t know why it is landing on

Planet Creepoid

The Wise One and his underlings sneak onboard

Then he tells Destructo to fly to a Planet where his people can live

in peace and quiet

The leader of the Orbs a mean dominating prick named Ug has seen

Destructo take off with the Wise One stowing away

So the Wise One thinks that he can double cross Ug and get away with it

Well the Wise One is in for a surprise

Ug tries to whisper to that same seed but somehow the Wise One has blocked

his ability to get through

So Ug tells one of his subjects to prepare his Spacemobile for immediate takeoff

Destructo doesn’t know why but it is flying to the Earths Moon

He only did his clean up there a week ago

As they get closer Destructo loses all sense of control

And even though he doesn’t want to he lands on the Moons surface

And almost crashes into one of the domes

The Humans rush out only to be confronted by this huge metal machine

As big as an old fashioned Aircraft Carrier

Destructo is one mean looking machine

The Wise One sends out one of his underlings out to breathe the air

The underling survives and gives a little wave as he walks on The Moon

Oh yes The Wise One thinks this is the Planet for my people

A Planet of our own away from the Orbs

Ug the Orb Commander has followed Destructo on its flight to the Moon

So the Wise One thinks that he can just get up and leave

Just wait till he sees what I have up my sleeve

The United Council is wondering what is install for them as they watch

the ugly creature wave to the big machine

They are then left dumbfouned as they watch the machine takeoff

Lets just hope that they stay the fuck away

Destructo is still feeling fuzzy as he returns to Planet Creepoid

He watches as his stowaways disembark

He wants to get away from here before it gets dark

But there is no such luck for Destructo because Ugs thoughts are finally

getting through The Wise Ones blockage to Destructos metal Brain

Destructo feels like a Puppet with a broken string

Or a Bird with a broken wing

As the Wise One walks down the corridor to his living quarters he isn’t paying

attention and he is grabbed by two of the Orb guards and taken to the Prison

For The Damned

This is to be the Wise Ones last stand

A week later he is visited by Ug  and told that it is time for a celebration

The Orbs are about to expand their territory

All thanks to the Wise Ones sojourn to the Earths Moon

The Orbs have found a second Planet to call home

And it will be a Human free zone

The Wise One cant believe his ears this is his vision for the future

for his people

And Ug has come along and pulled the wool over his eyes

The Universe will now be full of blood red skies

In the final humiliation Ug tells him that his people will now become the

slaves for the Orbs

The Ruins are now nothing more then a people of serfdom

They no longer have a home or their freedom

The Wise One tries to protest but his vocal chords are severed by a

sharp blade

Then Ug scoops out his eye balls so he can no longer see the here

and now.

Then he slices off his ears so he cant hear the cries of his people

The Wise One is now nothing more then a shell

He is on his way to a place called Hell

Ug is feeling rather pleased with himself he has defeated his

sometime friend sometime foe

He has found a new place away from this overcrowded Planet

He is Ug the ruler of the Universe Goddammit

Destructo meanwhile has been sitting there idle feeling a little

rusty

But one thing that he knows is that his thinking is clearer

Something must have happened  his machine head is fuzzy free

He is thinking just like you and me

Ug is going to use Destructo as a Taxi Cab service

To ferry his people down to the Earths Moon

To start a new colony

To start a new chapter of the Orbs existence

Just hope that there is no resistance

But resistance there will be

Destructo is a Space Janitor he is a one machine cleaning crew

Not a transporter for an evil empire

Destructo knows that it is time to fight fire with fire

With the death of the Wise One Ug and the Orbs are using and

abusing the Ruins

The Ruins are well in Ruins they are no match for the much bigger

and stronger Orbs

Anniliation they are heading towards

Destructo is fuming there is nothing more annoying then a bully

Nothing annoys Destructo more then someone who doesn’t know their place

And that Ug is nothing more then a Dictator of the skies

It is now time for Ug to say his last goodbye

Destructo is normally a calm quiet machine

But enough is enough that Ug has to go

With a few sprays of WD40 Destructo lubes up his joints

and he is ready for battle

I f all goes as planned Ug will soon hear the death rattle

On board Destructo is a weapon that has never been used

That weapon is the Chromatimiser

It attacks the Chromozones and DNA of a targeted species

Then there is nothing left but a pile of faeces

Destructo flys back and forth over the Planet Creepoid releasing

its deadly payload

An invisible mist rains on down and the Orbs unknowingly breathe

it in

One by one the Orbs slowly unravel and they just liquefy  till they are

nothing but a stinking poo of flesh and blood

In his castle Ug is one of the last to die he cant believe that his dreams

want come to past

And then that motherfucker breathes his last

The Ruins don’t no what is happening  as they watch the Orbs dissolve

20 Million Orbs no longer exist

If that Ug was still around he would be mighty pissed

The Humans on the Moon have no idea how close they have come to

extinction

They are oblivious as they go about their business

They still live and breathe on their home away from home

Under their giant domes

Destructo is back at work cleaning up the Universes sucking up

all of the space junk

He is feeling god to be back

Destructo is just cruising around pleased to be back doing his job

But don’t get Destructo angry don’t get on his bad side

Because even in 100 universes there is nowhere to hide.

THE END.

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Grizzley

28 Tuesday Jul 2015

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Last tear a few friends and I went on a trip to Alaska

We wanted to escape the rat race live in the

wilderness and get in touch with nature.

But we got a touch too close.

Arriving in  Anchorage after a twenty six hour flight

from Sydney.

We were a bit jet lagged but looking forward to our adventure.

We rested up at Anchorage for a few days to acclimatise and

find our land legs

Then we chartered a single engine plane to fly to the back of beyond

Our plan was to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere for Seven days

With nothing but the clothes we were wearing plus some camping fishing

and hunting gear.

Our Pilot a local Innuit named Sammy Whaletooth circled around a few

times before the conditions were safe for a landing

I have to admit I am not fond of flying especially in a single engine craft

But our Pilot came in nice and steady

And the landing was as smooth as a Babies butt

We unloaded our gear and Sammy handed me a Satellite phone

to use in case of an emergency

Sammy gave us the Co ordinates  and said that he would meet us

back here in Seven days at 10.00 am

After thanking Sammy and waving goodbye the four of us stood there

for a minute

Realising that we were on our own in a Foreign Country for a week

I felt excited and scared at the same time.

But before I go any further let me introduce my three friends

Allan Anderson Graham Sharp friends of many years

And my on again off again Girlfriend Mitzy Freemont

After setting up our tents and making a fire we had some Lunch

and then we went exploring

Hoping to catch some Fish we took our Rods and a Rifle just in case

We came upon a Creek about a Mile from camp

Hopefully we can catch a shitload of Salmon

After fishing for about an hour we have caught a dozen Salmon

But you can only eat so much Fish I am hoping to bring down a Stag

Just then a little Bear cub comes running up to us

Jesus shit when there is a Bear cub you can bet your nuts that Mama Bear

isn’t far behind

I tell the others to back away and not to go near the cub

I get my Rifle ready and we start to back away

Then came a Blood curdling scream bounces off the Mountain

And fills the air with hate

Mama Bear is racing towards us she is only twenty feet away

I raise the Rifle and take aim and hope for the best

I did hit Mama Bear but only a flesh wound in her front left paw

But it was enough to stop her charge

And with one last menacing look she limped off after her Cub

The Four of us raced back to camp as fast as our Legs would go

We packed up our equipment and started to hike North

Our plan was to put some distance between us and the Grizzley Bears

We hiked for about two hours and we started to calm down a bit

We came upon a small Lake and thought that it would be a good spot

to set up

We pitched our tents and started a fire and Allan a I went hunting for Meat

Luckily for us a group of Dear were nearby

I took aim pulled the trigger and down went a small Deer

Meanwhile 15 miles away a Mama Grizzley Bears Ear pricks up at

the sound of the gunshot

She remembers that sound  she looks down at the nasty wound

in her paw

She has only one thing on her mind and that is revenge

Back at camp the four of us are eating roast Venison

We are feeling relaxed laughing and telling stories

At around Midnight everybody agrees that it is time to hit the sack

Allan goes to his tent Graham to his and Mitzy and I adjourn to our

tent of lust

Mama Grizzley can smell the cooked meat

And there is another smell the smell of Humans

The wound in her paw has turned septic and the infection is flowing

in her Blood heading to her Brain

Mitzy is feeling frisky and soon our loins are joined in a loving union

We were just about to reach Utopia when a loud roar filled the air

I pull on my underpants and race outside and by the light of the Moon

I can see Allan being dragged away by a Grizzley Bear

The Bear has Allans Head in its Jaws and with a crunch Allan is dead

We stand there stunned as the Grizzley Bear starts to feed

She just eats the choice bits and then leaves the rest for the Wolves

I grab the rifle from the tent Graham is hysterical and Mitzy is trembling

Then I remember the Satellite phone in my backback

I can hardly dial the number my fingers are numb

Come on Sammy pick up anybody pick up the phone

Christ you would think we were at the North Pole

Oh that’s right we are

Sammy finally picks up and I explain the situation and Sammy tells me

to go to the pick up point

And he will get there as fast as he can

Mama Grizzleys Brain is festering she is drooling from the mouth

But she can still smell that smell

Her Cub want be safe until that smell is gone

I smell a smell rotting Meat the smell of decay the smell of death

I cant believe my eyes as I see the Grizzley charge and it is limping

Don’t tell me that it is the same Bear that I shot?

She sure does hold a grudge it was only a misunderstanding

Graham just stands there as the Grizzley rips off his face

His body doesn’t seem to understand that it is dead

Then he falls to the ground

Then the Grizzley stands on her hind legs she stands Ten feet tall

With claws five inchs long with Teeth good for shredding and tearing

I am shitting Mitzy is peeing we don’t know what to do

Me and Grizz make eye contact and she knows that I am the man with the Gun

Before I know it she has clawed my Face the blood gets in my Eyes

I go to the ground

I feel the weight of the Bear upon me

Its breath smells like a broken sewer pipe that has been out in the Sun for a week

I say a prayer I say goodbye

I wait for the pain I wait for the end

But nothing happens

Then I realise that the weight is a dead weight

Mama Grizzley is dead

I wriggle out from under all that fur

And then I see Mitzy laying on the ground

She isn’t moving she isn’t breathing

Then I notice all the blood coming from between her legs

The Bear must have Clawed her Femerol Artery

I wrap a shirt around my head to hold it together And then I start to head south

Don’t think that I am cold hearted but there is nothing I can do for my friends

and lover

I can hardly see where I am going but I just close my mind and walk

I walk I cry I walk I cry

I am on my last legs when I finally reach the pick up point

I sit down and wait for Sammy

I hang my Head and think about the last few days

About an hour later it is not Sammy who has come to the rescue

but the Police in a Helicopter

But the first person to disembark is Sammy along with an Inspector

Morrell of the Alaskan Police

I am instructed to board the Helicopter and to point it in the right direction

The carnage is clear to see from the air and the Helicopter lands nearby

Soon Inspector Morrell that he is heading back to Anchorage and that I will

accompany him

I take one final look at the killing field

The adventure of a lifetime has turned into the adventure from hell

A week later the Qantas flight touches down in Sydney

Allan Graham Mitzy and I went to the other side of the world

And only I came back alive

I watch as the body bags are loaded on to the Hearses

And with a final salute

I say goodbye to my friends.

THE END.

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Action Beanie

18 Saturday Jul 2015

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I went grocery shopping a little while back

Filling my trolley with Milk Bread  and all the items

on my list

When I came across a Beanie sitting all lonesome

on a shelf

I had to have it

It was calling my name

The Beanie is Black Blue and White with an Orange trim

It isn’t a Hat so it hasn’t got a brim

Arriving home I pack away my shopping and make myself

a Coffee

I sit admiring my new purchase my sic new action Beanie

I place it on my Head and straightaway I feel like Bruce

Willis in ‘Die Hard’ Travolta in ‘Pulp Fiction’ or Arnie in

‘Terminator 2’

I have a new found swagger

I walk the streets like I own them

My six pack is pronounced my presence is announced

All because of my sic new cool Action Beanie

Outside my window I hear a cry for help

I race outside and my neighbour is pointing up a Tree

I see a Cat sitting on a branch about twenty feet up

I take off my Action Beanie and I hold it out like a safety

blanket

And I yell to the Cat ‘Jump’ It lets out a hiss and says a wish

and then it is airborne

It lands in the blankie and the owner says ‘Why thank ye’

I just made my first rescue

All because of my sic new cool trend setting Action Beanie

Just then I see a little old lady trying to cross the road

I rush over and grab her by the arm and try to lead her across

But she yells at me and says ‘Get your hands off me you little

Weenie’

I feel my face turning Red in my sic new cool trend setting trail

blazing Action Beanie

Enough with the Red faces I am a man of adventure

Superman wouldn’t blush Ironman wouldn’t rust Spiderman

wouldn’t get caught in his own web

Batman wouldn’t run back to his cave

Enough of this negative shit I have people to save

Driving to work one morning I have to stop for some Petrol

After filling I go to pay the Attendant when I notice a commotion

inside

Some freak on Ice wants a free ride

I have no time for free loaders they really get on my Goat

So I steady myself and deliver a Bruce Lee kick to his throat

Well the Ice mans eyes bulge out and down he goes

I am feeling proud of myself in my sic new cool trend setting

trail blazing shit kicking Action Beanie

Being a trainee Super Hero can be rather tiring

My Brain is numb it needs some rewiring

Maybe I need a brand new shiny cape

Just then I hear someone shout ‘Rape’

I think the shout is coming from across the street

I race over to see a Girl naked being molested by a small

dicked intruder

I have to move fast before the situation gets any ruder

With a kick to the gonads the perp is on the ground

The victim is in shock but she is starting to come around

The Police are on the way another thug is off the streets

All thanks to my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing shit

kicking arresting Action Beanie

There is never a dull moment about a week later I am at my local

Bank

Just standing in line when a Balaclava wearing bandit enters with

a Gun in his hand

People start to scream and panic

The bandit tells everybody to lie on the ground

I am laying there thinking my Heart is sinking

But then I think of a plan to bring down Mr Criminal Man

He is standing there about ten feet away

I take off my Beanie and I throw it like a Frisbee

And the Gun is knocked from his Fingers

It is not over yet the smell of fear still lingers

We both go for the Gun at the same time but it is justout

of reach

We struggle for a little while but then I start to smile

I can feel the fight going out of him

I thrust a Knee up between his legs

His Eggs are scrambled and he vomits up his lunch

To my Action Beanie I say thanks a bunch

Down goes another big bad Mr Meanie

All because of my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing

shit kicking arresting ball breaking Action Beanie

Just then I detect a smell of smoke a House is on Fire

I better be quick things are going down to the wire

I arrive at the scene to be met by a wall of flames

A Lady runs up to me and says ‘Hurry Action Beanie Man

my Son was playing with Matches he is the one to blame

But he didn’t mean it he was just playing a game’

Action Beanie Man I like the sound of that

But now isn’t the time for any self satisfaction

It is the time for my Beanie to spring into action

I am broken out of my trance the  Lady is screaming that

her Son has gone back inside to rescue his Kittens

Maybe when this situation is extinguished I will buy my Beanie

some matching Mittens

But once again I digress and I spring into Super Hero mode

My Shoulders struggle under this heavy load

But I am  a trainee Super Hero and in my Beanie I trust

It is now or never or bust

I throw my Beanie into the air and it expands into a giant Fire

soaking sponge and the Fire is doused

But the family will have to build a new house

The Son and the Kittens are soaking but they are alive another happy

ending

All because of my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing shit kicking arresting

ball breaking fire dousing Action Beanie

So if you need some help with a situation

Any job big or small or anything inbetweenie

Just call 1800 Action Beanie.

THE END.

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