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Spank The Monkey

04 Thursday Jun 2015

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Spank the Monkey is swinging in the trees

Just fooling around eating some leaves

He is getting kind of nervous

Tomorrow is his first day at School

He hopes that he doesn’t do anything stupid

And act the fool

The next morning his Father yells out’Spank

get yourself out of bed and stop playing with

your little head’

Spank doesn’t know what his Daddy means

But he jumps out of bed full of Beans

Twenty minutes later Spank is on his way to

Kindergarten

The School Bus is full of Monkeys fooling

around and farting

The Monkey sitting next to him introduces himself

as Monkey number Thirteen.

Spank says ‘What kind of name is that? What was

your Mother thinking?

Spank says ‘My name is Spank the Monkey

Number Thirteen laughs out loud ‘you should

talk with a name like that what was your Father

drinking?

Again Spank doesn’t understand what is wrong

with his name?

Maybe number thirteen is just playing a game?

At his first class the Teacher asks the Monkeys to

say their names out loud

When it is Spanks turn he is a little apprehensive

he knows that he is shy and somewhat sensitive

But he stands up and proudly says ‘My name is

Spank the Monkey’

All the other male Monkeys laugh and move their

hands in a jerking motion

The Teacher jumps to her feet and yells out to

stop all the commotion.

Spank hangs his head he knows that the other

Monkeys are laughing at him so he runs out of

the room

Number Thirteen yells ‘Slow down Spank you don’t

want to cum to soon

Somehow Spank makes it through the day

At recess he stayed by himself while all the

other Monkeys went to play

Then he smiles cause after School he is going

to Maccas for a happy meal and a shake

Come on time hurry up for goodness sake

Spanks Mum picks him up outside the Schoolgate

About time to she is ten minutes late

On the way his Mum tells him that his Dad is

on his way

Spank just smiles he is so excited that he has

nothing to say

After ordering their food they take it to a corner

table

His first happy meal he tries to speak but he isn’t

able

Biting into his burger Spank bites a piece of

Pickle ‘Yuck’ and he throws it to the floor

His Mum yells ‘spank don’t jerk the Gherkin

or you will have an accident’

Spanks Dad Jack finally arrives his Mum says

Jack you late?

His Dad replies ‘No I am just happy to see you two’

Spank then tells his Mum that he has to Poo

She takes him to the little Boys room

And Spank does his crap

His Mum yells out ‘ Do you want me to wipe your

arse ‘

Spank think can you say it a little louder sometimes

Mum has no class

Arriving home Spank goes outside to play with his

friends

They still rib him about his name they ask ‘Have

you done it yet have you spanked the Monkey

Spank doesn’t understand how can you do your name?

Getting home just in time for Dinner Spank goes and

washes his hands

Tonight it Roast Chicken and Butterscotch Pudding

Dad starts to carve the Chicken but he doesn’t do a very

good job

Spanks Mum yells ‘Jack don’t Choke The Chicken

and watch out for bones

After the Chicken it is time for the Pudding

Spanks Dad goes to the Oven and pulls the rack

out too fast

Spanks mum yells ‘Jack don’t Pull The Pud just

take it easy

After eating Spanks goes and washes his hands

that Chicken was really greasy

Then it is time to do his chores today he has to go

around the House and wipe all the door knobs clean

Spanks Dad tells him ‘Remember Spank you have to rub

the knob really hard’

Spank is growing up fast and he is now a teenager

And something is happening downstairs

That big thing sticking out has caught him unawares

He puts his hand on it and his whole body tingles

This is a new sensation

This thing they call masturbation

Things begin to escalate quickly and Spank finds

himself in a sticky situation

Now he understands why he was teased about his

name

For that he has his Parents to blame

What were they thinking?

What were they drinking?

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Dragons Breath

30 Saturday May 2015

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Deep inside middle Earth  lives a group of fire

breathing Dragons

Well I say fire breathing

But all that they are breathing now is smoke

Their fire has been extinguished

Now they are very undistinguished

They have lost their spark

You are not a true Dragon if you cant breathe fire

It is like a Bird that cant fly

Or a Fish that cant swim

The Dragons are getting worried

So the Elders call a special meeting

They need to find a solution

So they consult a mystical sorcerer

The sorcerer reads a old and worn Dragon

medical journal

And he mixes up a foul smelling potion of secret

herbs and spices

The KFC of the Dragon world

A young Dragon couple named Mr and Mrs Rockpile

Are expecting their first baby

They are also to be the Guinea Pigs

Mrs Rockpile drinks the potion and straight away she

feels a heat building up deep inside

The pregnancy goes well and Mrs Rockpile is getting

very very wide

Three months later their Son Barney is born

He is the perfect Baby

And he sleeps through most of the night

Barney has a drink of Baby formula for

breakfast

Mrs Rockpile taps Barney on the back

To bring up his wind

The Dragon community has gathered around

in the hope that Barney might burp up a spurt

of fire

But all they get is a puff of smoke

For one year Barney burps nothing but smoke

There is not even a flicker of flame

On his first birthday his family decide to throw

Barney a birthday party

After Barney with the help of his Mum unwraps

his presents

It is time for the birthday cake

In the  middle of the cake is one unlit candle

Mum and Dad tell Barney to breathe fire

So that he can light the candle

Barney concentrates real hard

Says a prayer to the fire Gods

And then he lets rip

Out comes a little puff of smoke

But then there is a thunderous sound

And out shoots a wall of flame

Like a flamethrower from hell

The birthday cake is melted

And the family and guests run as the house

burns to the ground

The whole valley rumbled with that fire breathing

sound

All of the Female Dragons are given the potion to drink

And one by one more fire breathing Dragons are born

Barneys Mum gives birth is a Son they call Connor

And to mark the occasion a BBQ is arranged

Barney as the first of the new breed of fire breathing

Dragons is the guest of honour

Barney is asked to light the BBQ

And he does as he is asked

All goes well and the Dragons enjoy some Brontosauras

burgers

Soon the valley is full of fire breathing Dragons

And Dragons are once again back to where they belong

Ruling centre Earth

Everybody knows that erupting Volcanos  is the breathe

of an angry Dragon

Sometimes Volcanos become extinct and they can lay

dormant for years

And then Dragons will breathe fire again

The Legend lives on

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I Want Your Genes (By Any Means )

26 Tuesday May 2015

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I am only five foot eight

I would like to be six foot four

I have long brown hair

I wish that it was black

I wish I had an IQ of 150 or more

Maybe 140 would do

I don’t want to be me no more

I want to be you

I follow a guy out of the gym

six foot four and black hair

walking along without a care

But his hair could do with a trim

I don’t want to be me

I want to be him

As he gets close to his car

I knock him to the ground

And I am on to him in one mighty bound

Then with my knife I slit his wrist

And give his neck a hard twist

His neck breaks with a loud snap

After I drink his blood

I am going to take a little nap

I drink his blood like a Vampire on speed

I swallow down three litres to satisfy my need

I steal my donors car and drive home as fast as I can

Hopefully  when I wake up tomorrow

I will be a new man

Sitting in my lounge chair

I feel a bit under the weather

Maybe drinking his blood wasn’t so clever

I am type 0 he must have been a type A

I race to the toilet and give it a good spray

I really need some new genes

Mine are tired and worn

I will get them by any means

Then I will be reborn

I see my next donor waiting to cross

at the lights

I race up behind him and rip out a

handful of hair

And I run away as fast as a hare

He had the hair colour and the height

that I want

He looked pretty smart

Hopefully his genes will fit

And I will cease to exist

I don’t want to be me

I want to be my donor

I don’t want to be

A short dumb loner

I get home and put the hair and some

water into a blender

I f this works I am gonna go on a bender

I blast for a minute or two

I don’t want to be me

I want to be you

I swallow down the concoction

Hair and hopefully Genes and DNA

Then the new me will be here to stay

But then I start to feel a little queasy

Why cant anything be goddamn easy

Again I race to the toilet

just down the hall

But all that I do is cough up a nasty little

hair ball

I really need some new Genes

Mine are a bad fit

I will get them by any means

Then I will be it

Now I am getting desperate

I know the source of my pain

I need the Genes from a new Brain

While I am at it I might as well eat the Heart

and the Bone Marrow

All I need now is a scalpel and a wheel barrow

My new donor doesn’t know what hit him

As I sneak up behind

He is the right height and I hope he is of

sound mind

One slice of my scalpel opens his throat

and he falls into my barrow

Another slice opens his spine exposing

the juicy Marrow

I slurp it down with a satisfying sigh

Then I wheel him away

His sightless eyes

look to the sky

I find a secluded spot and with a rock

I expose his Brain

With both hands I scoop it out

and eat it all down

Hopefully new Genes I will have found

His Heart is next and I eat it bloody

and raw

That’s it I am full I cant eat no more

Then in an ironic twist of fate

The Police catch me because of my own

Genes and DNA

My own body has given me away

I am writing this story from a home for the

mentally unstable

I will never be released

And for that the world should be grateful

Because

I still want your Genes by any means.

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The Seagull And The Chip

21 Thursday May 2015

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Bertie the Seagull is getting too big for his feathers

He hangs around his local beach in all types of weathers

Sunshine or rain he doesn’t care if his feathers get wet

Bertie loves his food he will eat anything he can get

Anything will do but his favourite is hot chips

Even thinking about them will add inchs to his hips

He had his first taste of chips when he was just a chick

Now they are a habit that he just cant kick

Crispy on the outside fluffy within bertie just cant help

himself

He would even fly into a store and take them straight

off the shelf

Bertie knows that he has a problem his bathroom mirror

doesn’t lie

He is getting a little gut he can barely walk let alone fly

He remembers the morning when he went to the mirror

and had a look

And he saw that he has more chins then a Chinese

telephone book

Bertie decides that he needs help with his situation

He knows that all he has to do is resist temptation

But those goddamn chips taste so salty and good

He knows that he has to eat better

If only he could

On his way to see his Doctor Bretie stops off at the

beach

Hopefully he will find a chip within easy reach

Just then he sees a kid eating chips out of a little bucket

He knows he shouldn’t but ‘fuck it’

He swoops down and grabs a chip out of the kids hand

He eats it inflight he doesn’t even land

He arrives at the Doctors to get the help he needs

Hopefully the Doctor will be quick so he can go and get a feed

The Doctor says to’Cut out the chips and saturated fats and eat

more oily Fish

Bertie knows that he only has one wish

He wishes that the world was one giant hot chip

A few weeks later Bertie goes back to his mirror for another look

He cant believe his eyes he is at a lose

He doesn’t look like a Seagull more like a freaking Albatross

It is like his mirror is a magnifying glass

He has a big stomach and an even bigger arse

Bertie rubs his eyes he cant believe what he is seeing

How can something that tastes so good be so bad for you

Bertie knows exactly what he has to do

He has to go on a diet he has to lose some weight

He has to do it now before it is too late

No more Pies Sausage Rolls Dim Sims and especially

those dreaded Hot Chips

None of that bad stuff will ever again pass his lips

Or in Berties case beak

Seagulls don’t have lips

But they sure do like Hot Chips

Bertie starts an exercise regime

He wants to get buff he wants to get lean

He goes on long flights he lives his life on the wing

He breathes the fresh air and hardly eats a thing

Bertie joins a gym and bought himself a muscle shirt

He lifts weights until his muscles hurt

Bertie became the leanest keenest Seagull in the neighbourhood

He is feeling proud of himself he is feeling good

To celebrate his newfound foray into the world of fitness

Bertie decides to go for a dip

And as God is my witness he swims straight into a water logged

Hot Chip

Berties mind is racing his Heart skips a beat

As he eyes his favourite treat

Then his nose gets a whiff of that tiny morsel

The aroma of the French Frie

Bertie tries to ignore the smell of that fried piece of spud

It is like Potato has become his best bud

Bertie opens his beak and the Chip slides on past

Temptation has been resisted

Bertie starts to swim mighty fast in the opposite direction

Now Bertie knows that he has the strength to resist

But from now on he will eat nothing but fresh Fish

Bertie soars with the breeze his head is held high

Bertie is the proudest Seagull in the sky.

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A Pretty Mess

13 Wednesday May 2015

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Maxine is Thirteen years old living on a farm in the

middle of nowhere

She dreams about the Big Smoke she has a wild

sense of adventure

But if she not careful her dream could come true

Maxine lays on her bed writing a goodbye letter

to her parents

She has had enough she has to get away

She writes the last sentence and a tear drop falls

smudging the page

She packs a suitcase and grabs the money she has

been saving

Her parents are asleep and she sneaks out the back

door

She will never see her parents or the farm again

Maxine is a very pretty girl tall for her age

But she is still only Thirteen she has no idea of

what lays ahead

A naïve child who thinks she knows it all

She gets to the farm gate and has one last look

at home

Then she picks up her suitcase sticks out her thumb

and waits for a ride

It is a five hour drive to Sydney

Maxine has heard of a place called Kings Cross

She will arrive get a job make a lot of money

Buy some fancy clothes and lots of shoes

Maxine still hasn’t opened her eyes

A big city is no place for a little girl

After a while Maxine gets a lift from a truck driver

When Maxine says she is going to Kings Cross

The truckie gives her a knowing smile

For Maxine life is about to get rough very rough

Before she knows what is happening she is forced

to perform a sexual act

Maxine was a very pretty girl

Now she is just a pretty mess

The truckie drops Maxine off at the Cross

After she is forced to perform a few more times

A bewildered Maxine wonders the streets of

broken dreams

A vacant look in her eye

Maxine sits in a door step she has nowhere to go

Her heart is racing she is scared out of her wits

She wants to catch the first Bus back home

She doesn’t see the stranger approach

and she is dragged into an alleyway and raped

violently

She lays there bleeding and crying

Maxine was a pretty girl

Now she is just a pretty mess

She wakes up in a bed she doesn’t know where

She is sore and ashamed how could this happen

to her?

An older girl comes up to the bed and says that her

name is Bonnie

She found Maxine and took her home

Maxine can stay as long as she likes

Bonnie can see that Maxine is feeling down

and she offers Maxine a happy pill

Something to put a smile back on her face

Maxine swallows the pill and soon enough  she is

floating on the ceiling

She kind of likes it up there

But then the euphoria wears off and she comes crashing

back down

Her skin is crawling and she is sick all over the sheets

Maxine was once a pretty girl

Now she is just a pretty mess

Bonnie yells at Maxine as she throws the sheets into

the washing machine

Little miss friendly has turned into little miss mean

She says that Maxine has to start paying her way

There is no room for a free loader

Bonnie cooks her a meal with a few happy pills mixed in

Maxine is off with the pixies

She doesn’t notice the man enter the room

But soon Maxine is screaming as she is penetrated

for the first time

Ten men visited Maxines room that night

Maxine is growing up fast she is Thirteen going on Twenty

She is covered in sweat and jizz

Maxine was once a pretty girl

Now she is just a pretty mess

Six months has passed and Maxine is hooked on the

happy pills

And she still earns a living laying on her back

Every now and then she will think about life back on the

farm and how much she misses her parents

But then she reaches for another pill as a new customer

enters her room

Maxine was once a pretty girl

Now she is just a pretty mess

Keep an eye out for the next instalment

Maxine(Beyond The Cross)

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The Baby Faced Despot

10 Sunday May 2015

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In a land that time has forgot

Rules a baby faced despot

His name is Kim Jong-un

A mongrel second to none

He controls the Northern part of a

country cut in half

His people have travelled  a long

lonely path

It looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth

But he has nothing but contempt for the

people in the South

And the rest of the world for that matter

If he lived in wonderland he would be the

mad hatter

Sin li works on a farm pushing a Horse

drawn plough

She has no plans for the future

She lives in the right now

There are no tractors or machinery

No food no money no opportunities

Meanwhile Kim Jong-un is in his castle

smoking a cigar

Watching as a worker washes his car

He probably has someone to wipe his arse

Kim Jong-un has something but it sure isn’t

class

Soo Jang ho works in a factory making bomb

equipment

She is lacking drive and she has no commitment

And who can blame her she works a fourteen hour

day

All she gets is blisters and very little pay

Kim Jong-un is relaxed

He has just enjoyed some female company

drinking Cognac and watching some TV

He thinks he is cool with his uniform and

weird hair cut

But Kim Jong-un you are anything but

Kim Jong-un lives in a house with a 175

rooms

He lives so high he can almost touch the Moon

He sits on a golden throne

Talking into a nickel plated mobile phone

He does all of this while his people are starving

Kim Jong-un you are stark raving

29 million North Koreans live on I don’t know

what

There sure as shit aint no food

As I said this is the land that time has forgot

Kim Jong-un is snacking on Lobster tails and South

Atlantic Caviar

His reign has gone too far

Terror and fear rule the towns

scared of this baby faced clown

Kim Jong-un grew up as a normal child

He was really into the NBA

But then he came under the will of his

father Kim Jong-il

Kim Jong-un and his forebears have ruled

North Korea for far too long

It is past the time that they were gone

With the treatment of his people and nuclear

tests

Kim Jong-un is a universal pest

Like any pest he needs to be eradicated

Assassinated or Watergated

The Berlin wall has come down brick by brick

There are no more dramas in Vietnam

The Soviet Union is no more Hitler and

Musselini are way in the past

So there is still hope for the North Korean

population

Maybe one day North and South Korea will

become a reunited nation.

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Seymour The Wayward Snail

04 Monday May 2015

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Seymour the wayward Snail is a very troubled Snail

He lives on the wrong side of the street

His parents are worried that he is going off the rails

A more troubled Snail you will never meet

The trouble started when Seymour was a child

When he started to hang with the wrong crowd

He grew his hair and ran wild

He was all shell and very proud.

Seymours first foray to the wrong side of the law

Was when he ignored a No Trespassing sign in a

neighbours yard.

But he had a taste for Cabbage leaves and he wanted more

So he slide under the fence and ate up the whole yard.

The neighbour Mr Babbage didn’t like Seymour eating his

Cabbage.

And Seymour the wayward Snail was caught and handed to

the Snail Police.

A Constable Escargot was in charge of Seymours case.

Seymour might have escaped but Snails are mighty slow

Seymour was ashamed that he couldn’t make haste.

Constable Escargot let Seymour off with a warning

And he was sent on his way

But Seymour didn’t understand how he was arrested in

the first place.

Sure he is slow but he was well hidden

No way had he been seen

It was like Mr Babbage had x ray vision.

Back at home Seymour is restless cause he has

been grounded without a mobile phone

His parents want Seymour to return to the straight

and narrow.

But Seymour sneaks out and goes on a bit of a roam

Cause he has a hankering for some juicy Marrow.

But once again Seymour is arrested at the scene of

the crime.

But he doesn’t understand what gave him away?

He was sure he left no trace this time

His parents are distraught as they sit in the back

of the court

Watching as their son is sentenced by the Judge

and Jury.

Seymour has realised that his crimes have all come to

nought

He sits there in  a silent fury

The Judge gives him three years in a home for

wayward Snails

Seymour is crushed and he goes back inside his shell

He was sure that he would make bail now he is on his

way to hell.

At the wayward home Seymour  is subjected to taunts

and abuse

He is called soft shell and told to harden up

He doesn’t understand the stuff that went down in the

showers

He is tormented by the head Snail named Bruce

He is forced to do some nasty things the pain goes

on for hours and hours.

Finally the three year sentence has come to an end

Seymour has become a mere shell of himself

He didn’t break but he sure did bend

He realises that crime is no good for your health

Arriving home he apologises to his parents for all the

crap he has put them through

And then he decides to say sorry to his neighbour

Mr Babbage the keeper of the Cabbage

Mr Babbage isn’t at home but Seymour notices these

Green pellets scattered all over the yard

He cant resist and he eats the whole lot

What Seymour doesn’t know is that he just swallowed

a whole lot of Snail bait

His stomach starts to churn and he spews up his guts

Seymour has come to the end of the road there are no

ifs or buts

Now he is nothing but a body of slime

Seymour has run out of time

On his deathbed Seymour has one last question for

his parents

He wants to know why he was always getting caught

He was sure that he had always covered his tracks

His Mum said ‘Seymour love you are a Snail you always

leave a trail’ lol

Seymour gives a rueful smile says goodbye to his Mum

and Dad

Then he just slips away

Seymour the wayward Snail has lived his final day.

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Cooper The Pooper Scooper

30 Thursday Apr 2015

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Hi, My name is Mitchell Cooper and I am a professional

Dog walker.

My friends laugh and call me Cooper The Pooper Scooper.

But that’s okay I don’t plan on being a Dog walker for much

longer.

People think that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth

But nothing could be further from the truth.

I live in an apartment about the size of a telephone booth.

I have been grooming clients for about two years now.

building up the trust.

Getting into their heads and into their beds

One of my clients is a widow.

She owns more cars then a car dealership

She has more jewels then the Queen

And more Dogs then a pet store.

Her name is Esme Clutterbuck.

She is Seventy years old with Purple hair and a mean

streak.

She talks to me like I am a piece of shit on her shoe.

I arrive at her beach front home I find her waiting for me.

She says to take the Dogs for a walk and when I come

back knock on the door she has a proposition for me.

After taking her Dogs for their walk I find her sitting on her

Itatian sofa.drinking a Chivas Regal on ice looking out of her

window watching the yachts on the lake.

She asks me that if I am not busy tomorrow could I drive her to

the airport.

Cause the Chauffer Ghives was off sick.

She would be gone for two weeks she was going on a cruise.

Would I mind watching the house and walk and feed the Dogs?

After driving her to the airport she gave me the security code and

the keys to the house.

Without even a wave or a goodbye she was gone

I couldn’t believe my luck and I drove back to her house and let

myself inside.

I had plenty of time so I went exploring.

I ate her food and drank her booze.

Then I put my feet up and watched the evening news

I started to think that a lady like Mrs Clutterbuck had to

have plenty of money and jewels.

She had to have a safe.

I began by looking behind all the paintings.

But I didn’t find a thing but it isn’t over yet

I haven’t heard the fat lady sing.

Where would an old lady keep a safe?

I go to her walk in closet and I have a look around

Then I part her evening gowns.

And there on the wall I see the tumblers

That has ended my frustration now to find the combination

If you have read any Agatha Christie the combination will be in

an envelope taped under the bed side drawer

And that is where I score.

Inside an envelope is the combination 23l 2r 16l

I race back to the closet and I try the combination and the safe

door swings open.

And inside is stacks and stacks of money.

I grab for bundles and I do a quick dash.

Downstairs my heart is beating double time

I count the money 4 sacks of $20,000 that is $ 80,000

all up.

For the next two weeks I do my normal routine

I take the Dogs for a walk and do some pooper scooping

Thinking about another client who needs duping.

That client is Mrs Albright a young lady about my age

Her husband made his money on the stock exchange

And he has done very well.

Besides walking her Dogs Mrs Albright and I have been

getting it on.

I have been exploring every one of her crannys and nooks

Just like in that Karma Sutra book.

But what Mrs Albright doesn’t know is that everytime we try

a new position.

I have recorded it all on a disk.

If her husband saw us now he would just say tsk tsk

We were out walking the Dogs and of course I was using the

pooper scooper.

I suggested that hen we got home we could watch a movie

or just some TV.

Back at home we snuggle on the lounge and I press PLAY.

The look on her face is priceless

And for once she didn’t have anything to say.

She opened and closed her mouth like a Fish out of water

No words were coming out but my next words left her in

no doubt.

‘Give me $100,000 or I will leave a lot of clues and your husband

will receive the news.

And you will have the unfaithful blues

She just nods her head and she writes me out a cheque

I say before I go I have a sausage to hide.

Why don’t you take hold of it and we can go for a ride

She just gives me a look and points to the door.

And she says’I  don’t want to see you around here no more’

Client number three is a middle aged women called Mrs Pace

She wears a lot of jewellery and a painted face.

I have been walking her Dogs for years she is a nice lady

But her husbands business dealings are somewhat shady

He will be the victim of my scam

He is not a very nice man.

But before I can begin my ruse.

I have been busted by a self inflicted fuse

It deems that Mrs Albrights cheque has bounced

And Mr Policeman is about to pounce.

The law firm of Clutterbuck Albright and Pace have found

me guilty of the charge of obtaining money by deception.

The judge said that the charges are up for mention.

The jury found me guilty and gave me five years.

I couldn’t believe it and my eyes filled with tears.

The prison van takes to my new place of abode

a cell on the penitentiary road.

The Warden puts me in charge of the prisons Dogs

And he hands me a pooper scooper

As I wander around pooper scooping

My shoulders start to droop.

But then I realise I am who I am.

I am Cooper the Pooper Scooper

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Electricland

26 Sunday Apr 2015

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electricity, flood, hard rain, water

I live in a place called Electricland

Where the night sky is lit up with street

lights

Where every major intersection is

controlled by traffic lights.

You go inside flick a switch

and there would be light

Open the fridge door

and there would be light.

You turn on the oven to cook

a meal

You use the washing machine

to wash some clothes

It is hot so you turn on the fan

It is cold so you turn on the heater.

Electricland is a happy place

lit up like a Christmas tree

everywhere you go is electricity

It buzzs down the wires

into every home and business.

Along with money it makes the world

go round.

But them the world went crazy

the wind howled at a category two

The rain came causing flooding and chaos

Trees were falling like ten pins

Crushing cars houses and I am sorry

to say people.

Electricland is in mourning

it is blanketed in darkness

Sirens fill the air with there piercing

sound.

And you know that someone is in trouble.

Day after day the wind and the rain ruled

our lives.

The traffic lights go down

there is chaos in the streets

The street lights go down

and you cant find your way.

The oven is cold

You flick a switch and nothing happens

Open the fridge door and there is a bit of

a smell.

No TV no music

You sit in the darkness

The only light comes from something

that they call a candle.

Electricland is in decline

The Beer is hot the food is cold

People wander around in a daze

No playstation xbox and all the rest

What is a person supposed to do.

But then the wind died down

and the rain stopped

Everybody is celebrating

But it is still dark

But behind the scenes men and

women in Orange vests and White

hard hats are busy at work

They work for the electric company

They do something with the wires

Perform a miracle or two

And there is light

Electricland is shining bright

The darkness is a thing of the past

It just goes to show that you don’t know

how much you miss something

until it is gone.

street lights.

And every major intersection is

controlled by traffic lights.

You can go inside flick a switch

and there would be light.

Open the fridge door

and there would be light.

You turn on the oven to cook a meal

Turn on the washing machine

to wash some clothes.

It is hot so you turn on the fan

It is cold so you turn on the heater.

You pick up the remote control

and turn on the TV

You pick up the remote

to play your favourite DVD

You pick up the remote

to listen to your music

Electricland is a happy place

lit up like a Christmas tree

Everywhere you go is electricity

It buzzs down the wires

into every home and business

It makes the world go round.

But then the world went crazy

The wind howled at a Category two

The rain causes flooding and chaos

Trees fall like ten pins

Crushing houses cars and I am sorry

to say people

Electricland is in mourning

it is blanketed in darkness

Sirens fill the air with their piercing

sound.

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Machete Man

20 Monday Apr 2015

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blood and gore, humiliation, machete, mutilation

The following story is very extreme

If you don’t like blood and gore

Don’t read anymore

A very dark minded individual is lurking in the

shadows.

He has his favourite weapon at hand.

A big shiny machete.

He looks at the Moon

and a smile comes to his face.

It is time for a killing

As the ice water flows through his veins

He is ready to inflict some pain.

He jumps into his Ute

and he is off on the hunt

He isn’t hunting Kangaroos Goanna

Wallaby or even Bush Pigs

He is hunting Humans

As his headlights light up the night sky

He spots a lone hitch hiker standing on the

side of the highway.

He drives up to the hiker and asks him where

he is going.

The reply is ‘Alice Springs’

‘Jump on in that is where I am going’.

The hitch hiker climbs in and he goes on what will

be his last car ride.

His name is Michael a tourist from Germany

He is glad to get a lift

He has been hitching for four or five hours

Machete Man sits and listens to the German

but he has heard enough

And without even looking he swings his left arm

And he knocks the German out cold.

He drives back to his campsite

and drags the German out of his Ute

and he throws him to the ground

Earlier the Machete Man had spotted a Meat

Ant nest.

He places the German on top of the mound

He strips off all of his clothes

Then he ties him down with tent pegs and rope.

We all know that the Machete is good for hacking through

the scrub.

But it is also good for slicing

And slice he does.

One by one he inflicts about one hundred little

cuts all over the Germans body.

As the blood seeps into the ground

the nest comes alive as ten thousand Meat Ants

come out to protect their home.

They are not called Meat Ants for nothing

And they slowly start to devour the German.

The Machete Man sits watching the macbre scene

Drinking a Beer and eating a Lizard.

He might even have an appetite for some German flesh

The German can feel the Ants eating him alive

He feels them entering his nostrils seeking his

tender Brain.

The German cant do anything as the Ants slowly

eat his grey matter.

The Germans thoughts are scrambled

He is blind and he knows that his time is almost up

He says a last goodbye to his parents back home

And then he dies.

Machete Man hears him take his last breath

And he tingles with exhilaration

It feels almost as good as an orgasm.

A few days later he is sitting beside a billabong

catching some Fish for dinner.

Just then a local strolls up asks the Machete Man

how are the Fish biting

The Machete Man doesn’t even answer he swings

the Machete.

And he removes the locals arm at the elbow.

The local screams to the heavens but there is no one around

to hear.

Machete Man comes from behind and with three more swings

he removes the other arm plus both of the legs.

Then he pushes the local into the water.

Two Crocodiles are waiting

And as the body hits the water

They grab hold and roll in two different directions

The local is ripped apart into three pieces

He is eaten.

The only thing left is a pool of blood.

Again Machete Man shivers with goosebumps

He is excited with anticipation

He needs another victim.

The Machete Man is getting tired of waiting.

In the Outback you might not see another person

for a week.

Driving down a dirt track he comes across a 4WD

broken down in a creek bed.

He offers the driver the use of his Satellite phone

that he has in his Ute.

As the driver walks past to climb in

Machete Man swings his weapon once and he severs

the drivers Achilles tendon.

And with another swing he severs the other one

The driver isn’t going anywhere.

A piece of duct tape keeps the driver quiet

And he is thrown into the back of the Ute

and driven back to the camp site.

The driver is carried to the base of a tree

and leant against the truck.

The Machete is used to open up the driver

from the throat to the belly button.

His guts spill onto the ground grey and orange

intestines hit the floor

An awful stench fills the air.

Machete Man sits in his Ute and waits.

He doesn’t have to wait long

As four Dingoes trot arrive smelling the stench

The driver just sits there he cant believe that this is

really happening.

One of the Trots up and starts to eat the spilled guts.

The driver starts to thrash and moan.

Another Dingo is annoyed by the sound.

And he grabs the driver and rips out his throat

The Dingoes feast for hours

Till there is nothing left but gristle and bone.

Machete Man drags the driver and throws him onto the

Meat Ant nest.

Where he lays next to the German.

Machete Man cant believe what he is hearing

As a car approachs his camp site.

Not just a car but a Police car.

A lone female Officer asks the Machete Man if he

has seen anybody

As a 4WD has been found just a few miles away.

Machete Man says that he hasn’t seen anybody in weeks

But as the Officer starts to leave

She looks over in the direction of the Ant nest.

She scrambles for her gun

But she doesn’t quite make it.

Machete Man throws his Machete And it hits her right

between the eyes.

He lowers her to the ground

and pulls down her panties

and exposes her pubic mound

With one quick jab the machete enters her

vagina.

And with a slice he removes her clit

Then he squats over the body and drops a nasty

shit.

In the final degradation he grabs his manhood and with

a few jerks he sprays his sperm all around.

Things are getting out of control

his mind is warped

But he still has the sense to drive the Police car

into a ravine

Where it will never be found

Once again the body is placed on the Ants nest

Where the Ants are getting full to bursting.

Machete Man has taken the Officers gun and Police cap.

Time for a change of scenery and Machete Man drives all

the way to Coober Pedy.

He approaches  a Opal miner

And asks if he has a mining licence

As the miner reaches for his pocket

The Machete Man swings his fist and drops the

miner with a single punch

He is taken to Machete Mans new camp site

Where a camp fire is waiting

A skillet pan warming up

The miner is layed on the ground and his pants are pulled

down

With one slice his Scrotum is opened and his Testicles are

removed and thrown into the skillet.

But the Machete Man wants more and with a tea spoon he

gouges out the miners eyes

And they are thrown into the pan

Machete Man is delirious and he doesn’t even hear the miners

screams

The Machete Man places the cooked balls and eyes on a plate

And he approaches the miner to feed him his own parts

But the Machete Man has made a fatal mistake

Cause even though the miner is blind

His hand has found the handle of the Machete

He swings with all his might and slices the

Machete Man across the throat

Machete Man gurgles as his life flickers out

His blood seeps into the dirt staining the earth with

his evil fluid

The Machete Man and the miner die at the same time

The miner goes into the light

Machete Man into the dark

Right where he belongs.

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