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Cereal Killer

07 Wednesday Jan 2015

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cereal, killer

There is a monster out there

The press have dubbed the’Cereal Killer’.

There are no half measure’s with this

sadistic killer.

He is all killer,no filler.

He really likes the roughage.

He get’s off on the fibre.

Don’t start me on the Riboflavin,

the Niacin and Folate.

He wander’s the Cereal aisle in your

supermarket,looking for his weapon

of choice.

He pick’s up box after box checking it’s

balance and weight.

This is one man you would love to hate.

He first came to the attention of the Police.

When a guy stumbled out into the street

In a whole lot of pain,he said he was attacked

by a Nutri-Grain.

He said it was like being hit by a freight train.

You don’t mess with the Nutri-Grain.

A while later a guy told the cop’s,that when he

was walking home last night,he was attacked

from behind by something that looked like a

Corn Flake.

To escape,he took a flying leap into the lake.

Their is nothing more dangerous then a soggy

Corn Flake.

Swim as fast as you can for heaven’s sake.

The next day a woman was mugged by a Shredded

Wheet.

Looking mean and nasty and packing heat.

She was left naked and bleeding out in the street.

By something you wouldn’t want to meet.

A mean mother fucking Shredded Wheet.

One of the more dangerous cereal’s is the Vita Brit.

If it hit’s you,you know you have been hit.

It’s like a 100kg piece of shit.

There is nothing meaner then a Vita-Brit.

He might look happy,but look’s can be deceiving.

I am talking about round little cereal,the Cheerio’s.

Who’s weapon of choice is a rubber hose.

You will bleed all over the place,from your Toe’s

up to your Nose.

You have been taken down by the funny little Cheerio’s.

Another cereal to get the Cop’s attention.

Is the sweet little morsel called the Honey Puff.

He doesn’t know the meaning of enough is enough.

He mightn’t look like it,but he is mighty tough.

He will do you in that sweet little morsel the Honey

Puff.

The Cop’s haven’t got a clue how to catch this cereal

menace.

So far there have been no death’s.

But it is only a matter of time.

The Cop’s look at the back of cereal pack’s looking

for a clue.

This cereal menace is coming

.

The Cop’s didn’t have to wait long before it changed from

a menace into a killer.

When a body was found in a meat chiller.

The forensic people arrive at the scene.

And they say that it look’s like the work of a

Weet-Bix..

He had wound’s you could never fix.

The people at the scene have to cover their nose’s

with Vick’s..

Nothing smell’s nastier then the victim of the Weet- Bix.

The Cop’s were frantic,they had to catch this Cereal Killer.

Before he added to his body count.

They staked out the cereal aisle,looking for a cereal with

an evil smile.

The next victim was found in an alley.

He looked like he had been shot.

But after an autopsy.

They realised they were dealing with a Cocoa Pop.

By the state of the body,that Cocoa Pop really went

to town.

Maybe he will never be found.

There is nothing more dangerous then a Chocolate

covered Rice Bubble.

He will cause you pain and a whole lot of trouble.

The Cop’s get a break at the next murder scene.

Where a body of a man was found.

By the look’s of thing’s he was taken out by a Just

Right.

There were no defence wound’s.

So he didn’t get a chance to fight.

But the Just Right has left his print’s at the scene.

The Cop’s arrive at his house,with some Donut’s

and a battering ram.

The Just Right doesn’t go down easy.

He put’s up an almighty fight,he struggle’s,bite’s

and kick’s.

He give’s the Cop’s the fight of their live’s.

But he know’s he isn’t getting out of this alive.

He fought with all his might.

That cereal called the Just Right.

So the next time you have a bowl of cereal.

Just take a little time to think.

Just add sugar and milk.

And it will go down as smooth as Silk.

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Fortune And Fame

17 Wednesday Dec 2014

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addiction, death, ego, fame, fortune, glory

This is a story about fortune and fame

It might look like an easy life,but you could

end up playing a losing game.

Look at all the movie and rock stars,that have

fallen by the wayside.

They had stars in their eyes,they took a one

way ride.Into hell.

Joey was 16 when he joined his first band.

He was a good singer,but his instrument of

choice,was the guitar.

He was a red hot player,who knew his way

around the fret.

He is going straight to the top,you bet.

Joey’s first band didn’t get that far.

They had their first taste of the bad stuff.

But man that boy can sure play guitar.

But thing’s were getting out of control,so

Joey left,enough was enough.

Joey auditioned for a band that had a strong

following in their home town.

He started to sing lead as well as playing the

six string demon.

He got the gig,playing up front,man they had

an awesome sound.

They played their gig on the Friday night,people

were screaming and dancing in the aisles.

So Joey had his first taste of fortune and fame.

He started to live life in the fast lane.

Still only sixteen,he was on his way.

But deep down joey know’s he cant handle the

fame.

The band went from strength to strength,they did a

few gigs in Sydney,supporting a national act.

They got good reviews in the local press,they were

up and running,and that’s a fact.

So Joey had his second taste of fortune and fame.

He was starting to realise that this was more then a

game.

But he couldn’t keep his feet on the ground,Joey,loved

but at the same time hated the fortune and fame.

The band was really going place’s,they did a demo,looking

for a record deal.

Joey was looking around,thinking is all this for real

Play guitar and sing and all the kid’s are going crazy.

But then thing’s started to get confused,a little hazy.

Joey and the drummer had an argument over money.

Joey was thinking I am the star,i should be paid the most.

The rest of the band didn’t agree,and told Joey that he should

leave.

The band split,the back stage fight’s had taken there toll.Joey

didn’t know what he was going to do next.

But he knew that he was better then the the band

So he went solo lol.

Joey has had another taste of fortune and fame.

He has come to realise this is not a game.

Even if it was a game,this game has no rule’s.

So if you live a life with no rules,sometimes you pay a

price.

Is Joey willing to pay the price?

He might think this ride is for free,but you will pay.

joey’s first solo gig’s go really well,he play’s like a

trooper a super trouper.

He love’s the spotlight,being up front,the centre of

attention.

And also the girl’s did I forget to mention.

The groupie’s kept all of his need’s satisfied.

They were anomymous face’s,tit’s and arse’s are

all the same.

Joey was tired of the games and all the bullshit.

He just wanted to play and sing,he live’s for the music.

Joey’s next gig didn’t go as planned,he had had a few

many Bourbon’s and fell off the stage.

It is about time Joey stood up,and started to act his age.

But Joey didn’t listen,he was a goddamn rock star.

or so he thought.

There is a lesson here,and it has to be taught.

If you get to big for your boot’s someone will cut you

down to size.

As sure as egg’s and bacon,as sure as the sun rise.

Joey was young and naïve,still only18.

He has signed a contract that he shouldn’t have signed.

Mr Greed has taken him for a song and dance.

Joey played for peanut’s Mr Greed took the rest.

Joey has had another taste of fortune and fame.

Everybody knows his face,everybody knows his name.

Mr Greed the record company exec,want’s Joey to do a

national tour,to support his new single.

But Joey doesn’t want to tour,he want’s to stay at home.

Turn off the phone,and wait for the Mr Greed contract to

finally come to an end.

Mr Greed is talking about a lawsuit,so Joey goe’s out on the

tour,his heart isn’t in it,he doesn’t want to do this anymore.

Backstage after the gig he hook’s up with a shady character

who offer’s Joey a little something to take away all his ill’s.

Joey like’s the little something,and he want’s some more

It take’s away all the business stress and all the shit.

Joey is also happy,because his song has become a hit.

So joey’s tour is extended with more sold out show’s.

He goe’s from motel room to sound check,it is all go,go,go.

Joey and the shady character are the worst of enemie’s,the

best of friend’s,all at the same time.

The substance’s that he is taking,are starting to mess with his

mind

Joey has had another taste of fortune and fame

But this time the taste has turned sour

He cant stand the drudgery,hour after hour

Early the next morning,Joey decide’s to go for a walk,

He is tired of all the interview’s and the business talk.

But he is met by the paparazzi,who shove camera’s in

his face.

Asking him to smile for the camera,smile for the fan’s.

Joey used to like the attention,now it is something he

cant stand.

So he has to live his live hiding behind sunglasses,and a

funny looking hat.

But the show must go on,there is no stopping the machine.

Gig after gig it is all becoming,very draining.

Joey remember’s when he was sober,no drink,no drugs,nice

and clean.

He remember’s the sun,he hate’s it when it is raining.

The rain remind’s him of his life now,cold wet and miserable.

So Joey makes a decision,and he tell’s the driver of the tour

bus to stop.

Joey grab’s his guitar,get’s off the bus,and start’s to walk home.

Mr Greed has filed a lawsuit,but Joey couldn’t give a toss.

He is living his life,day by day,no drink,no drug’s.

Joey is now average Joe,living out in the suburb’s.

With an ordinary job,an ordinary wife,just an ordinary life.

Fortune and fame

Who need’s it.                          .

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The Grasshopper Who Rode A Chopper

17 Monday Nov 2014

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baby sitter, critter, grasshopper, harley davidson

Out in your backyard lives a little critter

He lives with his family,and sometimes

he has a baby sitter.

He lives out his life hopping from leaf to leaf

like a little green chomping machine.

Hopping,chomping,hopping,chomping

The little green fella is bored.

All he ever does is eat leaf after leaf,blade

of grass after blade of grass

And every now and then he will stop and

drop a little poop,now there is a scoop.

His mother goes behind him,with a real

little pooper scooper.

Cleaning out their house and home.

They don’t have many possessions

Not even a mobile phone.

One day he is outside,doing his usual

routine.

Washing in a puddle,keeping himself

nice and clean.

Just then he hears the giant two legged

creatures who live next door in a giant

house.

There are no other animals around not

even a mouse.

A noise has driven all the animals to seek

shelter.

The giant two legged creatures,own a noisy

two wheeled machine,causing all sorts of

helter skelter.

Well the green little critter,has escaped his baby

sitter,he wants to go for a ride.

A ride on the machine that the two legged

creatures call a chopper.

Jesus H Christ what a freaking whopper.

Well the little green critter,who is called

Jimmy the grasshopper.

Wants to go for a ride on that freaking

chopper

He has noticed that the rider of the chopper

has a bubble like thing on his head,yknow

for protection.

Jimmy thinks that if things get too unsafe

he can do a quick ejection.

So Jimmy the grasshopper,goes to bed

early knowing that he has a big day ahead

But he cant get to sleep in his little green bed

He gets up early,he can hear the chopper a

roaring.

His heart is racing,his pulse is soaring

Jimmy the grasshopper races outside,he is

about to hitch a ride.

He climbs to the top of a blade of grass,and

waits for the chopper to pass.

He takes to the air with a wriggle of his little

arse.

He hopes his timing is right,and that he hasn’t

taken off too quick.

You can feel the tension in the air

It is enough to make you sick

But Jimmy the grasshoppers timing isjust right

As he lands on the pillion seat he hangs on tight

But is greeted by a sight that takes his breath away

He sight before him is a mighty big butt crack.

Jimmy the grasshopper knows that if he falls into

that crevice he will never be seen again

What a way to go,death in the crack from hell

So Jimmy hangs on tight and tries to divert his

eyes,not only from the crack,but from all the bugs

that are hitting him in the face.

A bug getting hit by a bug,how ironic.

Jimmy is starting to get a bit scared,it is getting

to be too much to bear.

He thinks he just dropped something in his

underwear.

Just then the chopper stops at a set of traffic

lights,Jimmy sees an opportunity to escape

this ride from hell.

Things didn’t turn out as Jimmy thought it would

The chopper was going much too fast

He wanted this ride to finish.

Jimmy knew that if he is to survive

he has to go back home and just be a

normal grasshopper.

A few weeks later Jimmy feels a few

things changing with his body,and he

knows what is about to happen.

He is no longer a grasshopper.

He has turned into a locust.

The weather is warm

Now is the time to swarm.

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Evil Incorporated

17 Friday Oct 2014

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evil, gun for hire, jitman

I run a small business

A evil little business

My business is murder

I am a gun for hire

No job is to big or too small

What ever the problem is you

I can take care of it  all

So pick up the phone

And give me a call

I started this business about

twenty five years ago

I had a little problem,a problem

that needed to be fixed

That problem is no longer

around.

My problem disappeared

without a sound

Teach him for getting on my

bad side

You mess with evil,there is

nowhere to hide.

So I got to thinking

I know I am not the only

person with a problem

Other people out there have

problems

Problems that need to be

solved.

So I started leaving my business

card all around the city

On every corner of every street

let me get to the nitty gritty

If you find one of my cards

read the card it is not hard,then call

If I am not busy I will call back right

away.

So if you have the money,your

situation is about to be a situation

no more

So read the funeral notices in a few

days,and look for your problems name

You will see that Evil Incorporated,doesn’t

mess around and play games

So if you are happy with your problem

was solved.put out the word,and give

my company some well earned business

Cause taking care of business,is what

Evil Incorporated is all about

I am home cleaning my weapons

Sharpening all my knives

So find my card,it is not hard

Call my number,and I will do a

number.

I love to rub out freaking lives

Evil Incorporated

Our motto is death

So remember you could be next

Sweet dreams.

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Painkiller

15 Wednesday Oct 2014

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alcohol, depression, pills, sorrow

As my tears dry they leave a stain

A stain on my feelings,a stain on my

pain.

As my tears no longer flow,they cant

wash away my sorrow

Cant wash away my empty tomorrows

I need a pain killer,bone chiller,

A heart stiller.

There is nothing to look forward to,all

my friends have moved away.

They have all moved on,they now live

on the sunny side of the street.

in a different state,a different country

moved from the cold into the heat.

I am tired of being lonely,living my life

by myself.

I am tired of being rejected,disrespected

Treated like a piece of dirt

I might not show it,but it hurts.

I need a pain killer,bone chiller,heart stiller

The pain leaves a stain,sometimes the stain

Is so bad it will never come out.

And sometimes the pain is so bad I want to

let it all out,scream and shout.

The cut runs deep,it cuts me to the core

I really cant stand it,I cant take it anymore.

I got myself a painkiller,a bone chiller,a

heart stiller.

A packet of pills,to cure all my ills.

Take one at a time,take the whole pack

Once you have taken the lot

there is no coming back

I don’t really want to end it all

Losing dignity,taking the final fall.

They say love conquers all.

What a crock of shit.

I have never known love,not even a

little bit.

Give me some painkiller,bone chiller

heart stiller.

Always getting kicked around,put down

I am on the ground,I cant get any lower

I can feel something different,my is getting

slower.

The stain is spreading,the pain is more

intense.

Put me out of my misery,don’t keep me

in suspence.

I have taken the painkiller,why am I still

breathing.?

I lay on the floor gasping,dry heaving

I wipe my mouth,realising I am still

alive.

Why? Just give me a needle,put me down

like a dog.

Give me a double dose,go the whole hog.

This so called painkiller isn’t really working

As painkillers go,this one really sucks.

It has no killer punch,no final solution

That is about right,just my freaking luck

I cant even kill myself properly,I am a

failure,i cant do anything right.

The pills didn’t work,but a hand gun might

I will go shopping tomorrow,buy myself a gun

Have a final beer,then have a little fun

When I get home,I am going to do it,with a

Little class.

I will pull the trigger.

Then disappear up my own arse.

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